This is a song about "Slashing"

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,

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Never had a chance to try

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

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

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money