This is a song about "Cut"

As: i know just what you mean

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I came up hungry

I cut the crap recklessly

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Cut your wig off, barber

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

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