This is a song about "Paper cuts"

But i let off everything i have

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tattoo just covers cuts,

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts