This is a song about "Cuts and bruises"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

It's useless, we're stuck with permanent bruises, it's stupid,

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

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

Shout out my nigga miles

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems