This is a song about "Knives"

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Defending your kingdom’s borders against us with knives and rifles,

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

But we still got kids with blades and knives/

That'll do anything that i please

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/