This is a song about "Mount and blade"

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

Mount you like a trophy, i'm the grizzly to your yogi

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Like seal, i'll get a little crazy when i feel the blade

All dem niggas gonna hate

Ill crack your shoulder blade

Never give up to the blade

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

If you ever feel alone and

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand