This is a song about "Cutting flesh"

I call that shit that middle school

Cutting class for the pool

Oldest nation on this earth

Cutting behind closed shutters,

I rip hearts from chest with out ruining the flesh,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I'd rather eat human flesh and a brain,

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Your feeble attempts makes me want to stab your flesh

Can’t you see just how long my run

I'm cutting off your fun