This is a song about "Pickled slit"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

#slit eyes, #bit you guys, bitching cries,

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Tell him that i slit his throat, in this dream i had

And there's no way i can pay you back

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I just don't get it, someone always get slit

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

Cause my thing something vicious

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.