This is a song about "My axe"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

Hopped up holding an axe and saw

Yea, my middle finger to the law

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

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

She do it with no hands

That's a fact! axe just entered your back!

I don't know why i'm even on this track