This is a song about "We cuttin lit"

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

And she throws up whatever she eats

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Say your fucking prayers, stop cuttin layers, gods telling me your a sin waiting to happen,

You stink like a lit tire

Going broke, no sir

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Cuttin down to there seems

Five shots she ready to leave