This is a song about "Cut"

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

I'll cut your eyelids off

And i can't help but stare, cause

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

I thought i recognized her

Stop the camera, cut, its over

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

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

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help

Huh, i can't interpret her

Cut your wig off, barber