This is a song about "Cuts and ribbons"

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Shout out my nigga miles

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

My dj cuts material....

Lady at the frank stand will

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

So you finally got the nerve

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies