This is a song about "Hair cuts"

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Yeah i like that long hair,

No, not on top but down there

Tattoo just covers cuts,

Shout out my nigga miles

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

No medal here, i'm well aware

My dj cuts material....

Lady at the frank stand will

Better yet they work my every nerve

Those explain the cuts and the burns.