This is a song about "Knives"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

If there was no knives for killing, i could relate

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Please struggle to make your body might take of my knives

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Got the knives and the scissors, see who gets it harder,

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs