This is a song about "Cut wrist"

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

I'm a shotty with a mullet when i call it, use it to the fullest

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Never break, took a break though

Work that wrist im the maestro,

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

I decided my pride is just why i resist