This is a song about "Cutting off"

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

And please never disrespect my set

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

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

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Instead of cutting my heart in half, you cut it in thirds,

And getting money is the song i sing

The ones who spent their days cutting

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free