This is a song about "Cut"

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Uh ha, you know what

Get your sentences cut off comma,

I can always depend on my mama

Please hold your applause

I'll cut your eyelids off

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

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

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips