This is a song about "Cuts and bruises"

Come see real niggas on my team

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

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

Tattoo just covers cuts,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Either way it's either a body or a couple of bruises

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love