This is a song about "Cut"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Stop the camera, cut, its over

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

When they hear me rocking the groove

There’s no looking out, got cut,

I love you though i'll still fuck

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Then keep your change like an oink machine

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

That i cut him open with razor blades,

By any means, if ya like it or not

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,