This is a song about "Cutting off"

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

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

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

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

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Oldest nation on this earth

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss