This is a song about "Cuts and bruises"

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

That cuts you and supplements the nutrients from my fork,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

Pocket racked up all big faces

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

You into bondage slut? i see bruises, looks like they're from chains/

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit