This is a song about "Starbucks sucks cuts"

He don't do the same

It sucks and is such a shame

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Your life's sucks, until you get a blowjob,

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

Part of me though, is searching for answers

My dj cuts material....

As i light one for ill will

Tattoo just covers cuts,

I call it speaking tongues