This is a song about "Cutting off"

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Cutting behind closed shutters,

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

If they could cut out all the busting

The ones who spent their days cutting

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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

Cutting up the skin and there pulmonary veins and ill tape it

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting