This is a song about "She cuts"

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

She said the nigga she hated

So if they better than the kid

She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Where you welcome to problems

86. blood from the blade cuts,

This is the root of all evil

My dj cuts material....

Cuz it well leave you with bruses and cuts like you just got hit

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit