This is a song about "Cutting off everyone"

I said pay me it’s nothing

The ones who spent their days cutting

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

I'm cutting off your fun

And i listen to common

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

I dream he's alive and wake up with hot flashes

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

My father was missing, war lord oliver north