This is a song about "Fresh cuts"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Shout out my nigga miles

Yeah, one time for the

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

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