This is a song about "Cut"

That i cut him open with razor blades,

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

We dig the plot and never bury pot

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Cut the fuckers up black or white

And if i want to go outside

What a mess! but we clean in the club

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Cut your wig off, barber

Took the van, went snatch her

Cut your breath and don’t think

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

But il cut your dick off

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/