This is a song about "Scythe"

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

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

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

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

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Or would you refuse a scythe

So it's nothing to finish

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

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