This is a song about "Slaughterhouse"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Yo, my rhymes slaughter you like in the slaughterhouse,

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

Cows in the slaughterhouse

Yo we get the dank and bounce

They vaguely decipher my language

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

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

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