This is a song about "Slashing"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And flashing warning lights while cops' throats i'm slashing

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing