This is a song about "Cut"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

There’s no looking out, got cut,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with