This is a song about "Cut"

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

So you finally got the nerve

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

That i cut him open with razor blades,

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

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

I be gettin' money

I cut the crap recklessly

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,