This is a song about "Cuts"

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Good kids make bad grown ups

At an extremly alarming rate

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

Part of me though, is searching for answers

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

That cuts you and supplements the nutrients from my fork,

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored