This is a song about "Slaughterhouse"

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Yo, my rhymes slaughter you like in the slaughterhouse,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Lying to yourself, all over an image

My garage full of cars that bounce

Cows in the slaughterhouse

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

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

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

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

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

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