This is a song about "Drew never gets hair cuts"

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

That try to chase these skirts

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

My punchlines are more accurate that drew brees throws,

Let me hear that beat, air

Your pullin on my hair

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Tattoo just covers cuts,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues