This is a song about "Cut"

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I cut the crap recklessly

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

We just trynna be winners

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Cut your breath and don’t think

And i'm just being honest

Stop the camera, cut, its over

While you starin' over your shoulder

So here i am at the store for some chips

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Cut her, take everybody out

I must go like fly route