This is a song about "Cutting"

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

I'm cutting off your fun

So now she picks up the gun

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Time after time, again and again

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see