This is a song about "My axe"

Nigga tighten your jaw

Hopped up holding an axe and saw

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Im not a battle rapper but i am an axe wielding maniac,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Hold on you can see my vision

My words are my rhythm

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.