This is a song about "Cuttin"

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Im undifferentiated, but still im always hated. cuttin to soon become faded,

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Im the shit get round at me, coppin some dope, like someones cuttin the rope,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

And i got that drive and she just might crash

When you're reachin' your dreams

Cuttin down to there seems

Cuttin' grandmas off then we took off just fine

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains