This is a song about "My knife"

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

I've got all the plastic ready with my favourite knife

As your family dies, and my family rise

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

Better yet i'll take my knife and cut her

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Marijuana toking, cigarette smoking, neglected by life, reflected my emotions towards a knife,

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Looked down like i had a knife in my hand

You shoulda put that fuckin knife in my chest but you're just this

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches