This is a song about "Ill cut yor head off"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I'll cut off both your fingers like a golden retriever,

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Everything just stopped, oh no, you got chopped, dropped, cropped, cut off

// [don't you worry your pretty little head off]

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

So i cut off his balls and stole his fuckin sight.

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Dead stop cut it off before we get caught

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

So i cut em off as they stop me like a hold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Is second to none i wanna rip a fucking head off right now but i'll

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile