This is a song about "Cold cuts"

Before you turn too cold

Is a space that now you hold

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Caged, and the wonder is seen

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

If y’all important, i come at you, firing poems

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I just want my cards dealt right, cuts proportionate, fortunate,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Fuck healing i'm killin and sinning, shove venom in cuts

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks