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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

No conscience, no need for resilience

There’s no looking out, got cut,

I love you though i'll still fuck

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

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

Theres no need you dont need the attention

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

No way thats not for me i just need a j.o.b

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

And of course, my car's off course

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

Bitch this was your last act, no need for that bitch slap

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack