This is a song about "Cut throats"

I know you're mad, but so what

There’s no looking out, got cut,

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

Don't harbour cut throats, blades and sticks with sinnin' intentions

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

A toothbrush being shoved down the throats of your minions,

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats