This is a song about "Cut"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

It ain't hard to make money

I cut the crap recklessly

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

That i cut him open with razor blades,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Cut her, take everybody out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords