This is a song about "Lost in the cut"

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Like you've lost the spot, could work in construction,

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Cut him up, put the pieces in a case

Just another soldier that got lost in the job, offer some props!

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

The future of the world lost in someone else’s mind,

I'll cut him like he's walking in the lunch line slow

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though