This is a song about "My knife"

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

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

And got a knife to my throat

I know you just doing your job

I got my nine and my long knife,they can't survive

When it's trouble, they "blocka" and fuck a life

My path to success wasn't long enough..well what's my knife for if it can't create shortcuts/

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

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

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights