This is a song about "Stabbin"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,

Platinum the minimum, maximum is stabbin' eminem,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone