This is a song about "Cut wrists"

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

That scary love, never get married love

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

Hold it..now thank you for silence

So i try tie my wrists

Bout some shit thats been shanking my wrists.

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Cut after bleeding cut cover his wrists, depression persists and his aggression exists

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists