This is a song about "Scythe"

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Or would you refuse a scythe

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

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers