This is a song about "Razor blade"

I'm a psycho with that razor-sharp blessed decisive flow,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Never give up to the blade

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Im a switch blade with a blade to switch

That i cut him open with razor blades,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Ill crack your shoulder blade

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight