This is a song about "Matt butcher"

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Ill use my bare hands to butcher your limbs an snap your neck

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Your balls necro butcher

Say bye bye to her

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen