This is a song about "Razor scooters"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Razor sharp flow, masculin delivery, eatin' laxatives

That i cut him open with razor blades,

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

It’s something that’s in your veins

Flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

So i signed his face with razor blades,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,