This is a song about "Cutting"

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

They were partying i was cutting tracks