This is a song about "Ill cut through your throat with a chainsaw"

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

A metal piece from a bomb cut the kid's throat.......

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Ill beat your newborn with a shoehorn

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

From the projects to the penthouse

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

Hack ya bladder with a jagged dagger then shove it down your throat.

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

Ill just end your life, sever your throat right here

A born starter, in the game for real

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance