This is a song about "My cuts"

Fall down but still no cuts on me, head so high even giants look up to me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

Better yet they work my every nerve