This is a song about "Scythe"

Or would you refuse a scythe

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

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

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers