This is a song about "Cut"

I'll cut your eyelids off

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Lucky seven probably poppa

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

I get my cake; i love hip hop

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I cut the crap recklessly

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Cut the fuckers up black or white