This is a song about "Razors"

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

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

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

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

And the razors are double bladed

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Got a house on hundred acres

For the loud crowd who brought razors