This is a song about "Razor sharp"

Bitch, they call it motor city

My name is razor b

I call them hoes josh smith

Only sharp blades to spill blood with

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

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

Im pretty smart, my mind is sharp

The vacancy that sat in my heart

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Sharp as a knife, shiny as a dime

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Maybe a shot in the heart glass edges in veins so sharp,

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

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

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Or cuttem into pieces with my razor sharp chainsaws.