This is a song about "Slits"

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

A rocker kid, you in the hospital, and got a lot of slits,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

And slits this bitches neck! and her head takes a trip down

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Around kids. these fuckin hopeless slits on my wrists arnt doing anything why

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Sit, i said sit bitch, you fucking twitch and i'll pore salt in each of the slits i slit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that