This is a song about "Slaughterhouse"

Im the souths slaughterhouse dont doubt whatchu aint thought about, i dont bring em

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Heystop running your mouth

Cows in the slaughterhouse

Black fours red drop head doors

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

After i'm done it's gon look like a slaughterhouse.

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Yo, my rhymes slaughter you like in the slaughterhouse,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house