This is a song about "Razors"

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

For the loud crowd who brought razors

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

And the razors are double bladed

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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,