This is a song about "Cut"

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Talking about the god you serve

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

It was a power cut, well, it was a power cut too in my brain

And i can't help but stare, cause

I'll cut your eyelids off

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches