This is a song about "My axe"

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

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

First off congratulations on the win

This is my original, my validation

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I got tricks up my ass, you can't stop worrying for my clicks like an axe

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

See my pain through my eyes,

We hustle to survive

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

For you to die, oh snap, here comes by battle axe, now i bet you feel as small as