This is a song about "Sharpen your knife"

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Welcome, welcome to the good life

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Hide yo' wife, grab a knife,

I just shake dice

Uh ha, you know what

Tuck your knife its yo last up

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

The winged angel with a knife

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Your tries are slurred, my knife is shoved inside further, you frightened, son?

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

But still smirking sharpen his rhymes like spears

So i guess that's where i hide my things