This is a song about "The knife game"

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Cause the testing isn't nice, its like the pressing of a knife,

And all the shit you went through

Heard he take the knife for you

Haven't heard them? here they are at the speed of a knife

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

The realist in the game

Wale and we are not the same

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Forget about the knife and just fuck life,

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

On the slow jam of love

Use my stiletto flows? not the shoes, no, more like the knife.

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

The realist in the game