This is a song about "Sammy wilkinson"

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

My mind is a sharpen blade trapped in the dark all day

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

And poke ya eyeball with a scalpel at the eye exam

Expressing my pent up emotions inside in a poetic way is like a razor blade

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Implement by increments my mischievous ligament

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump