This is a song about "Cutting throats"

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Tryna come up with words and im cummin at their throats,

It was like we had a noose at our throats

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

This is oh so much like getting votes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I'm cutting off your fun

And when it's said and done

Slit they throats while they hanging from the ceiling

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris