This is a song about "Night blade"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

If you wondered what i do at night night night

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

My brains a blade slayin' , every spit is plain sailing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Or something that you paid for

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Ready to fight hand on his blade as he creeps

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore