This is a song about "Cut"

That i cut him open with razor blades,

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

I cut the crap recklessly

What them tippers don't see

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Cut her, take everybody out

Or know what its about

But il cut your dick off

And i can't help but stare, cause

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Stop the camera, cut, its over

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine