This is a song about "Cutting the dope"

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em

Walk aroung town everyone throw the peace up cause im cutting them checks like

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Cutting up the skin and there pulmonary veins and ill tape it

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Cutting shit up i got a tucked saw zaw what the fucks up law dog

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

The ones who spent their days cutting

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips