This is a song about "Scissors"

I refuse to be another being on this earth

She doesn't like you i mean she cut off with scissors,

Sell you to the rich for cheaper than a pair scissors,

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Now i'm making insicions in your dick skin with a pair of scissors

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I'm the kind of kid that likes to sprint down the hall with some scissors

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Scriptures said i'd be a winner ever since the day i played with scissors