This is a song about "Stab"

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And stab them in the face, and im only a motherfucking teen

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

So if i have to stab myself with a knife

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

If you do have friends they stab you in the back

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track