This is a song about "Cut my wrist"

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

If you feel it, it must be real just

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I got those scars in my wrist that no one could see.

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient