This is a song about "Stab louis"

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Ma mean is fucking empty i prefer to get stab

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Because all my sins are beginning to stab me like a pin

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

When i’m looking in the mirror

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

I am a rapper whose words stab like a machete show!

Closet the size of your apartment

Louis prada thats how i stunt

Ill stab you in the neck

I respect that you don't know yet

Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains