This is a song about "Paper cuts"

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Fuck healing i'm killin and sinning, shove venom in cuts

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper