This is a song about "Stab louis"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

To liberate yourselves, africa

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Ill stab it so many times but still never feel guilty

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

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

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Tryin' to stab some meat so unprofessional

I break fractures and stab with big ass daggers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

That's boa, see that's my set

Ill stab you in the neck

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for