This is a song about "Cuts"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I see a young teen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

That cuts you and supplements the nutrients from my fork,

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Amen, they say you only live once

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

As your family dies, and my family rise

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

That's why she ignore my flowers