This is a song about "Deep cuts"

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

Lay em to rest, 6 feet deep

From the back seat, back seat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

That cuts you and supplements the nutrients from my fork,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean