This is a song about "Slashing"

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

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

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

I promise to keep it honest

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie