This is a song about "Matt butcher"

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Good love then i can do that for her

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king