This is a song about "Cuts"

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Cuz it well leave you with bruses and cuts like you just got hit

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Bitches pursue me like a dream

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Fall down but still no cuts on me, head so high even giants look up to me