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

No key for release

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

I spill the blood through my pen and shoot it all down the lobby

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I have those scars on my wrist that no one could see

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I spill the blood through my pen and shoot it all down the lobby