This is a song about "Rob blades"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

Only sharp blades to spill blood with

Pocket racked up all big faces

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/