This is a song about "Hari cuts"

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

This is like love, that you can never get

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

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