This is a song about "Cut"

Cut your breath and don’t think

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

That i cut him open with razor blades,

While working on my mistakes

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

By any means, if ya like it or not

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Cut your wig off, barber

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again