This is a song about "Paper cuts"

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

As: i know just what you mean

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

My dj cuts material....

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean