This is a song about "Cuts"

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

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

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I just want my cards dealt right, cuts proportionate, fortunate,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs