This is a song about "Slashing"

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Never had a chance to try

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

You're talking to one of the greatest

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

I'm smashing and slashing your face. what the fuck are you up to?

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

You know that love is a very serious thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity