This is a song about "Cut"

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

But i let off everything i have

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

So here i am at the store for some chips

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Posting uploads, going cut throat

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live