This is a song about "Sharpened"

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Now my pencils sharpened

Clap two times if you drunk

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

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

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow