This is a song about "Cut"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Then keep your change like an oink machine

That i cut him open with razor blades,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Cut your wig off, barber

Or something that you paid for

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Cut your breath and don’t think

You was bigger than an artist

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck