This is a song about "No need for the cut"

On they car note to go to the club

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Comes up with comebacks with in a minute no need for more

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

So here i am at the store for some chips

No conscience, no need for resilience

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

I remember waiting for you eventually i cut the line

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

No need for consent, i am the president many questions went into an argument,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,