This is a song about "Cold cuts"

I mean of course just the same old

Skipping class and growing cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

Before you turn too cold

Is a space that now you hold

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

It was a good call to cover the cuts on the motherfucker

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Be the king, that was part of my dream