This is a song about "Don t cut your slef"

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Slowly cut your voice box, so your screams will get quiet ha

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

If you try to give it to me at the door

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Uh, well, don't waste time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Cut your breath and don’t think

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black