This is a song about "War blood guns knife fight"

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Wife in this song, strife unfurled via a knife, i sigh in spite this fight in fright

I told em neva bring a knife to a gun fight

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

My knife is there weakness i lick the blood for sweetness

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Summer time, different shore

Lower than my credit score

Money is worst than a war

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

I'm going through something with life

It sends her on a trip so right

You brought a knife to a fight

Your only in fight with your damn war

The shit that i spit is more