This is a song about "Cut"

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Cut your wig off, barber

I'm gettin discouraged with her

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

I gotta know if it's real or not

But we having sex tonight

Cut the fuckers up black or white

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

It was a power cut, well, it was a power cut too in my brain

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns