This is a song about "Cutting shapes"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Can barely walk the city streets

With third dimensional shapes with no means

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

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs