This is a song about "Long cut"

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Stop the camera, cut, its over

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

You could get diabetes, don’t get too long

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Whos been in the forest too long

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Been in the game for way too long

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Cut her, take everybody out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

My knees on the ground, dear father

Cut your wig off, barber

You was bigger than an artist

Cut your breath and don’t think