This is a song about "Cut"

They like talking, its like gossip

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

That i cut him open with razor blades,

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

But il cut your dick off

Speed up, patience, please cause

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass