This is a song about "Cut wrists"

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

No wrists slit, we came to split atoms

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Switch gears like stick shifts

So i try tie my wrists

After he just got out, 15 years to count

I could beat you with my wrists bound

There’s no looking out, got cut,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut