This is a song about "Cuts"

I just know what you mean

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Ain't seen his seed in 14 days, that nigga too weak

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

I call it speaking tongues

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit