This is a song about "Cut"

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Could be applied to this shit

Cut her, take everybody out

Never lookin for a handout

Cut your breath and don’t think

You was bigger than an artist

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

That i cut him open with razor blades,

Said when i do dirt wit her

Stop the camera, cut, its over