This is a song about "Cut me some slack"

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Jaw so slack from the squint,

Cut some slack leave the gun rack this is a fun track

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Pop me some swans for some patrician feels

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Grosse pointes blank popping in your back before i cut slack

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists