This is a song about "Cut"

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Lucky seven probably poppa

Get your sentences cut off comma,

But il cut your dick off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

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

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

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

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

There’s no looking out, got cut,