This is a song about "Cut"

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

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

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Posting uploads, going cut throat

That's why i'm makin' money

I cut the crap recklessly

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Bitches is artificially duck

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Car with no limit what

There’s no looking out, got cut,