This is a song about "Cutting up"

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

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

And i listen to common

I'm cutting off your fun

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

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

They were partying i was cutting tracks

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks