This is a song about "Machete"

I am a rapper whose words stab like a machete show!

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Checked for my machete yeah i got this opened the door guess what saw shit

I'll slaughter each and every foe, sharp like machete blows,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

My machete to you give it a handshake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Machete to your face, jason

I'm a son of a gun

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I couldn't give a fuck i chop like a machete

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Heavy burden ready with a lengthy machete versing the worthless

When im ready i'll use a steady machete to behead the bitch for his recklessness

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush