This is a song about "Sharpen your knife"

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

Hide yo' wife, grab a knife,

I used to have a nine to five

Lock your windows and doors at night, better watch out for my knife

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

So i ain't giving a fuck

Tuck your knife its yo last up

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

I'll get under your skin just like a knife in the chest

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

But still smirking sharpen his rhymes like spears

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

With a sack of your ash an a steak knife i used to hack off your ass.