This is a song about "Funding cuts"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

I just want my cards dealt right, cuts proportionate, fortunate,

Fuck healing i'm killin and sinning, shove venom in cuts

And finally, everyone got their own problems

I just know what you mean

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Those explain the cuts and the burns.