This is a song about "Cutting your ar"

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

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

The thugs say i'm cool

Cutting class for the pool

Talented like a clairvoyant magician with a mic its in your best interest

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this