This is a song about "Slaughterhouse"

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

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

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

So i went down south but i ended up north

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Cows in the slaughterhouse

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Yo, my rhymes slaughter you like in the slaughterhouse,

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

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then