This is a song about "Punching throats"

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And flashing warning lights while cops' throats i'm slashing

It was like we had a noose at our throats

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Throats severed, mentalities warped and twisted like tether,

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

These jackers lack attack, 'cuz they know that i'm slitting throats,