This is a song about "Cut her off"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her

I'll cut your eyelids off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Dead stop cut it off before we get caught

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

So i cut off his balls and stole his fuckin sight.

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

And there's little to be glad for

Cut her up, leave the scene and my signature

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I'll cut off both your fingers like a golden retriever,