This is a song about "Slashing"

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

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,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

If you feel it, it must be real just

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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