This is a song about "Cut my wrist"

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I have those scars on my wrist

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow