This is a song about "Funding cuts"

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Cuz it well leave you with bruses and cuts like you just got hit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

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

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks