This is a song about "Cutting up"

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

She dont have a problem with, with

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

The thugs say i'm cool

Cutting class for the pool

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

I'm cutting off your fun

Fuck it, i'm done