This is a song about "Cut"

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

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

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Let me cash you out , here hold this

And i can't help but stare, cause

I'll cut your eyelids off

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

So get up off that slave ship

Stop the camera, cut, its over

And that i spent the night with her

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

I cut the crap recklessly

Took my heart away from money