This is a song about "Cut"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

The day before is better than the present

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

Cut your wig off, barber

Say bye bye to her

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

You was bigger than an artist

Cut your breath and don’t think