This is a song about "Painful cuts"

I'm the head coach of the team

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Numb to the painful attacks received everyday/ the feeling of

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Because of painful memories that haunt me when people judged,

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

Part of me though, is searching for answers

86. blood from the blade cuts,

I call it speaking tongues

She cries herself to sleep, with tears so painful they bleed,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

I know its showing i suffer paper cuts but it isn't enough

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness