This is a song about "Thrashing"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing