This is a song about "Slits"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

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

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry