This is a song about "Bowl cuts"

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

I know its showing i suffer paper cuts but it isn't enough

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tattoo just covers cuts,