This is a song about "Shape cutter"

Grab it and handle it, dismantle it 'til you like the shape

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

Put me into this tip top, shape,

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Itself in every form and shape and way,

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Once the fumes and hues have dissipated, get situated as it takes shape