This is a song about "Slaughterhouse"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Cows in the slaughterhouse

In 2 to 6 hours

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,

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

Yo, my rhymes slaughter you like in the slaughterhouse,

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge