This is a song about "Swiss army knife"

The bittersweet of life, of life

I stay the fuck away from the knife,

The winged angel with a knife

She need up in her life

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Hand over the knife please

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Knowing you can no longer party

Hide yo' wife, grab a knife,

Hop in and let me test drive

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see