This is a song about "Cutting off everyone"

I got 800 invisible men

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em

In my drawsring, ring, ring

The ones who spent their days cutting

And i'mma show you how the south was won

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Everyone stands up looking out the window urged to get off

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

Just another product of this matrix

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Everyone around laughed

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs