This is a song about "Cut"

But il cut your dick off

And i can't help but stare, cause

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

I never fit in with them light skins

That i cut him open with razor blades,

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Believe me i'mma be your god

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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