This is a song about "Razors"

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

In private, not public in the streets

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

See, the last one i dated, i hated

And the razors are double bladed

I’ve never seen my neighbors

For the loud crowd who brought razors

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,