This is a song about "You ve been out of lacrosse with an injury"

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Remember you can't just cut out parts of your life with a knife,

No longer alive with out you,

Straight bad bitches i run, through

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

And i was in loath, i would never get over you, ever, sarah

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

Make an issue of me dissin' you with lines colder than an igloo

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out

Use the salt thats in all of you, make that drink with an olive to

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you