This is a song about "Cut wrists"

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Car with no limit what

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

They for grossing a bigger business

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No wrists slit, we came to split atoms

I just light up and focus

So i try tie my wrists