This is a song about "Cut"

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Believe me i'mma be your god

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Said when i do dirt wit her

Cut your wig off, barber

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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