This is a song about "Matt butcher"

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

As your family dies, and my family rise

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life