This is a song about "Fresh cuts"

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Enouph i still feel fresh

I'm hoping i confess

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

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

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean