This is a song about "Cutting your ar"

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Cutting behind closed shutters,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Cutting class for the pool

Higher than high school