This is a song about "Paper cuts"

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

It was a good call to cover the cuts on the motherfucker

Good kids make bad grown ups

86. blood from the blade cuts,