This is a song about "Hair cuts"

Yeah i like that long hair,

Let me hear that beat, air

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

And lead tha whole team

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Or closed casket for our troubles

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks