This is a song about "Razors"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

And the razors are double bladed

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

For the loud crowd who brought razors