This is a song about "Scissors"

Scriptures said i'd be a winner ever since the day i played with scissors

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

Sell you to the rich for cheaper than a pair scissors,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I'm the kind of kid that likes to sprint down the hall with some scissors

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Put the purp in the blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Got the knives and the scissors, see who gets it harder,