This is a song about "Cutting throats"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It was like we had a noose at our throats

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

A toothbrush being shoved down the throats of your minions,

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

But slittin these mothafuckas throats is a hobby

I'm cutting off your fun

Two reflections into one

And their throats be, closin up in fear till their choking

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

But we still real brothers

Cutting behind closed shutters,

The time is now, on everything

Slit they throats while they hanging from the ceiling