This is a song about "Cut"

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Posting uploads, going cut throat

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

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Cut your breath and don’t think

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck