This is a song about "Cold cuts"

Before you turn too cold

All this paper i fold

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Where you welcome to problems

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Skipping class and growing cold

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

And it cuts like a knife. whenever i think of it.

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash