This is a song about "Cut"

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Get your sentences cut off comma,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

I cut the crap recklessly

Looking at your money

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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