This is a song about "Cutting coke"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

So you told the cops about his distribution of coke

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

This one's for the lovers

Cutting behind closed shutters,

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

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

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Give us this day, our daily bread