This is a song about "Cut"

I must go like fly route

Cut her, take everybody out

Cut your breath and don’t think

Beach on the weekend

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

He say, she say." oh my god

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

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