This is a song about "Cutter choice"

How every choice and every move made

Let em marinate, you forever late

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

But your nothin' but a cookie cutter, no tone, no throne, you're an amature and it shows

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I had a fear about one big choice

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

See my hands start to shake

I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

I went to school with the white boys

This is my skill, i'm making a choice