This is a song about "Sharp"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I earn plaques spit attacks sharp as tacks

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Sharp as a knife, shiny as a dime

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I feel a sharp pain in my chest,

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Evoking emotions, sharp explosions to the notions of a spliffs devotion.

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him