This is a song about "Cutting your ar"

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

If i ever see you, i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

With an ar-16 and shoot up the whole fucking lobby