This is a song about "Cut"

Cut the fuckers up black or white

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Mama told me it'd be days like this

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

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

Cut your wig off, barber

You gon' tip her

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Posting uploads, going cut throat

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke