This is a song about "Cut"

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

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

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Get your sentences cut off comma,

I can always depend on my mama

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

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

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend