This is a song about "Cut wrist"

Your last man was semi pro

Work that wrist im the maestro,

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And of course, my car's off course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.