This is a song about "My knife"

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Im the backstabber that put a knife in my man

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

Call the network dipset family ties

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Use my stiletto flows? not the shoes, no, more like the knife.

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,