This is a song about "Cutting throats"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Cutting behind closed shutters,

A toothbrush being shoved down the throats of your minions,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

Throats spilling, i hear there spilling happiness, ur probably the ugliest savior.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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