This is a song about "Cuts"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

My dj cuts material....

This is the root of all evil

As: i know just what you mean

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

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

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

It was a good call to cover the cuts on the motherfucker

Cuz it well leave you with bruses and cuts like you just got hit

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that