This is a song about "Cut wrists"

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

A twenty somethin cup

Doesnt notice those slit wrists

I'm just trying to focus

No wrists slit, we came to split atoms

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six