This is a song about "Scythe"

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

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

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Or would you refuse a scythe

Word go get the bitches

I leave you with that jewel, go get the chain now

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

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

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright