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

We don't ever make love

On my tongue and in my lungs

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

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

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Shout out my nigga miles

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Cuz it well leave you with bruses and cuts like you just got hit

Tattoo just covers cuts,

Where you welcome to problems

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

Down in dallas at the all-star game