This is a song about "Slay men"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Slay a list of enemies envying creativity

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Cause men lie, women lie

No more will we cry

I murder, slay torture beats to work the game morbidly!

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

If a nigga didn't fake like them

They'll never become better men

So your next to slay i do it with no delay

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Too many guys i already slay