This is a song about "Grandma cuts"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

As she goes through the levels

Like im a grandma knitting these rhymes with no caution and effortless

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

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

I call it speaking tongues

Tattoo just covers cuts,

I know its showing i suffer paper cuts but it isn't enough

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit