This is a song about "Cut"

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

That i cut him open with razor blades,

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

We just trynna be winners

There’s no looking out, got cut,

That shit was wack as fuck

Get yours; you know what this about

Cut her, take everybody out

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

So i took another shot