This is a song about "Razors"

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And the razors are double bladed

You, you, you have to pay for that

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Shit, my raps cut so deep my lyrics are straight razors,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

It's fucking dangerous the way i pick the razors up

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Going against me,is like attacking a pack of bic razors with your wrist,