This is a song about "Scythe"

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

A scythe in my left hand and a sickle in the right

Or would you refuse a scythe

Take her back to where i live

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

I got my scythe sharpened now, soon you will be asking how,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers