This is a song about "Cutting off"

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Oldest nation on this earth

Hoping that he's listening

The ones who spent their days cutting

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

And my only fear's a wedding ring

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice