This is a song about "Cuts and bruises"

The root of all evil

My dj cuts material....

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

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

That cuts you and supplements the nutrients from my fork,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

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