This is a song about "Slush"

That's thick like puppy slush,

Hop off the bus

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

But you had it comin motherfucker now your face resembles red slush

Spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot-a blood

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck