This is a song about "Cutting off"

Making rappers go ape shit giving inspiration to live until you're ancient

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

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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