This is a song about "Cutting"

The ones who spent their days cutting

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Instead of cutting my heart in half, you cut it in thirds,

Back in tha old school

Cutting class for the pool