This is a song about "Slit your throat"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

Tell him that i slit his throat, in this dream i had

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

No sound will escape your throat, no not even rage,

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And by god when she's gone you wanna slit your throat

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

So i slit her throat and threw her in a dryer

On some psychotic shit the big guy said that he'll slit my throat

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Slit throat put a wide hole in ya skull bigger then the size of ring rolls.

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

She was the queen of the club