This is a song about "Cut"

It's late and you stuck in my basement

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

He say, she say." oh my god

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Stop the camera, cut, its over

Your brother's getting older

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Cut her, take everybody out

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

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