This is a song about "Cut wrists"

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Now it's time to eat

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Bout some shit thats been shanking my wrists.

I don't really give a fuck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

And don't perform after him or you might regret

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

I'm just trying to focus

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

My team getting digits

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss