This is a song about "Slashing"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

Hating my macking, they asking

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

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

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

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

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

And getting money is the song i sing