This is a song about "Cut"

Cut your breath and don’t think

She leave her hair in the sink

Please hold your applause

But il cut your dick off

On they car note to go to the club

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Like a fiend off the best rock

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

We gotta get back to what really matters