This is a song about "Cut"

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

You ain’t never been higher than this

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

I cut the crap recklessly

What them tippers don't see

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

That i cut him open with razor blades,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Stop the camera, cut, its over

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth