This is a song about "Cut"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

I know you're mad, but so what

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

What, what ... project shit what

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches