This is a song about "Cut her off"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'll be the one to cut off of your melody

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Better yet i'll take my knife and cut her

Lucky seven probably poppa

Get your sentences cut off comma,

So i cut em off as they stop me like a hold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Their heads cut off now their faceless, my music hits its not painless

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I got to his office nothing could stop this im a cut off his top quick

And cut your motherfucking scalp off like i'm the chickasaws,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

As the blood leaked, i proceeded to cut off his penis.