This is a song about "Cut"

He say, she say, oh my god

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

You was bigger than an artist

Cut your breath and don’t think

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

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

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

That i cut him open with razor blades,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Aw man, it's been a ride