This is a song about "Cutting off"

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

Talented like a clairvoyant magician with a mic its in your best interest

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

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

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Cutting behind closed shutters,

But we still real brothers

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs