This is a song about "Kom hem"

Binding us to slavery tools,

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Cancerous/ got u thinking about kemo/ got u lost like nemo/ on edge like primo/

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

My knife's got a nice edge..i'm a coldblooded killer..straight out of the ice age/