This is a song about "Cut wrists"

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Mind your motherfucking business

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Redan road, that’s my street

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

I don't really give a fuck

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Well, um, there's a but

In the bathroom with a blade, wrists shaking/

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

My wrists is froze, im super loc'd up