This is a song about "Sliting kids throats"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Stories we were told as kids

And speak to suburban kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Into all the innocent kids,

Throats severed, mentalities warped and twisted like tether,

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

It was like we had a noose at our throats

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

While wearing blindfolds /i'll slice throats

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

These jackers lack attack, 'cuz they know that i'm slitting throats,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes