This is a song about "How to prevent cut"

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

I prevent the leave of fear it has surrendered me to merit,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Then cut him up again to reenact the scene.

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Falling off the edge is what i'm trying to prevent