This is a song about "Depression cutting razor blades old friends"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Razor blades in hand hoping her life will change slowly,

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

But it never rings that old friends can die by drago

Razor blades are sharp as hell, you might as well embrace it,

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Top ranked, number one my son

I'm cutting off your fun

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I do damage with my razor

That damier bag i bought her