This is a song about "She cuts"

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Tattoo just covers cuts,

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

That cuts you and supplements the nutrients from my fork,

She even said she can cook!

Better than your bitch would

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Cuz it well leave you with bruses and cuts like you just got hit

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones