This is a song about "She cuts"

And lead tha whole team

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

My dj cuts material....

Cause this album pack enough evil

She said the nigga she hated

Then play you all my latest shit

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

I pray the lord my guns to keep

She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love