This is a song about "Weed cutting surviving revenge"

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Hoping that he's listening

We no longer close or nothing

The ones who spent their days cutting

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

I was young and naive and was surviving the times,

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

They were partying i was cutting tracks