This is a song about "My cuts and my ribbons"

These my rhymes and my story

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

So let's have a toast, everything fine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Top ranked, number one my son

Grab my knife and my gun

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

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

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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