This is a song about "Out the cut"

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Clippers with the semi, cut you niggas up,

They like talking, its like gossip

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Razor under the tongue, like bitches losing the last few pounds, its a close cut

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

My lady friends never really be into the life

Remember you can't just cut out parts of your life with a knife,

Here to stay, bullies a serious cancer that we have to cut out.

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout