This is a song about "Cut"

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Better yet they work my every nerve

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Go! you free to go about your business

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

A twenty somethin cup

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

We just trynna be winners

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords