This is a song about "Scythe"

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Or at least inquire similar desires

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Or would you refuse a scythe

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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