This is a song about "Mount and blade"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Ready to fight hand on his blade as he creeps

I bring the rain and the fire, use my blade and my dagger

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

I call it speaking tongues

86. blood from the blade cuts,