This is a song about "Cut throats"

A toothbrush being shoved down the throats of your minions,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

It was like we had a noose at our throats

Smoked out, locced out, all in this shitjust me and my dawgs livin like hawgsoutlaw immortals. what follows is the story

Coming at each other's throats so perfectly just like how every lock has it's own individual key.

Young, handsome and focused

Cut your breath and don’t think

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

And flashing warning lights while cops' throats i'm slashing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king