This is a song about "Slashing"

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

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

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes

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

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans