This is a song about "Death guillotine chop head off shove a dog up your ass"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

With a sack of your ash an a steak knife i used to hack off your ass.

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Remember when i put your ass up on a shelf?

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Step up, ill beat your ass with a god damn crutch

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

They damn dog, you a boss, credits to you hats off

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

When it comes to pushin i shove, your diss ain't enough, can't piss me off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Gonna hit your head off with an echo, line you up and set yo, in position