This is a song about "Cut"

Got a killer flow from the llama

Get your sentences cut off comma,

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I cut the crap recklessly