This is a song about "Cut"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

Cut your wig off, barber

You know...you know who you are

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Cut the fuckers up black or white

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

One time for the girls with the right shoes