This is a song about "Slashing"

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

You know that love is a very serious thing

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Revelations say you either fry or fly

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

That means i wanna be the highest

And this will be the song that we sing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes