This is a song about "Slag hoes knives crime drugs"

Kill the beat like victimless crime

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Behind those eyes, i see jagged knives,

They say we living in troubled times

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

Im starting to see guns and knives

I wish i could have 25 wives

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Once they accidentally find your collection of knives,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live