This is a song about "Pickled slit"

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Catches kids on this #net-work 'n' then has 'em slit

If i see your face ill get throat slit

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

She slit her veins, only to feel her wrist in pain.

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Slit the veins keeping me alive

Take my wrist and slit it

Rack, rack city shit

I strike without mercy, i'm quick, i slit without patience,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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