This is a song about "Cutting off"

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

But behind your back she fucking every nigga on yo recent list

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And my only fear's a wedding ring

The ones who spent their days cutting

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Know just what your worth

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting