This is a song about "Cold cuts"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Skipping class and growing cold

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice