This is a song about "Shank n shivs"

Sure he died in 96 n

Bet i get like 8 of them

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

More mistakes could be made ‘n

And do i need to mention when

Tried perfecting my letters n

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Sinkin' these niggas and sickin' 'em with my weapons like i fake a shank,