This is a song about "Slaughterhouse"

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Cows in the slaughterhouse

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Yo, my rhymes slaughter you like in the slaughterhouse,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

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

Summertime and the sun is out a couple more lines comin out my mouth

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