This is a song about "Slicing"

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

It ain't no hope for the future

Slicing your neck like krueger,

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Like no other wearing a voodoo necklace slicing

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Cleanly slicing your neck with shark teeth

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

Slicing up these dimes with no form of submission.

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin