This is a song about "Cut"

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Cut your breath and don’t think

I promise to keep it honest

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

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

There’s no looking out, got cut,

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Ever since then i had no job

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Cut you with the same pair of scissors