This is a song about "Slush"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

That's thick like puppy slush,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club