This is a song about "Scissors"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap

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

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

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

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

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Leonardo da vinci invented scissors

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

Got the knives and the scissors, see who gets it harder,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers