This is a song about "Cut"

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Cut the fuckers up black or white

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Please hold your applause

But il cut your dick off

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Miami nights, it was all a dream