This is a song about "My axe"

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

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

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I'll be cursing tha law

Hopped up holding an axe and saw

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I ain't trynna be forward

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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