This is a song about "We cuttin lit"

Cuttin' grandmas off then we took off just fine

In time we learned to live a life of crime

See, i like the person that you are

You stink like a lit tire

Im not cuttin any corners io know this is the shit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

In private, not public in the streets

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Cuttin down to there seems

I'm why baby mommas leave

A full time sex slave, never find another

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,