This is a song about "My knife"

Whoever fights me is gonna get his life sliced by my knife

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

But many suffer other in case of my knife

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Whoever fights me is gonna get his life sliced by my knife

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Lock your windows and doors at night, better watch out for my knife

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

You intruded on me and my life, well watch me do trick's with my lyrical knife/

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Looked down like i had a knife in my hand

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines