This is a song about "Blood dripping down my wrist"

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

You're talking to one of the greatest

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

Please correct me, stretch marks

With blood running fast down my arms

I have those scars on my wrist

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Timing them wrist watch down

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Fuck your girl while she calls my name, face dripping cosmetics

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze