This is a song about "Cutting people out"

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

The people saw the carpet bein' pulled out from beneath,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I walk down town everyday spotting out everyday actions of normal people,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Figure out how many people really listen to words

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

He just blasts out, want people to just feel his shit

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Know just what your worth

The ones who spent their days cutting

We no longer close or nothing