This is a song about "Sharpened"

Sharpened up and kept clean, those motherfuckers seem to gleam,

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Now my pencils sharpened

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

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

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