This is a song about "Cut"

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Stop the camera, cut, its over

So you finally got the nerve

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

You got to have your game tight

Cut the fuckers up black or white