This is a song about "Razors"

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

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

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

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

And the razors are double bladed

See, the last one i dated, i hated

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Talking of the gods you serve

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

I've become immune to you no name haters