This is a song about "Cut"

While working on my mistakes

That i cut him open with razor blades,

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And i be talking about me, i do this

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Stop the camera, cut, its over

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Cut your wig off, barber

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend