This is a song about "Razors"

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

Talking about the god you serve

For the loud crowd who brought razors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

And the razors are double bladed

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve