This is a song about "Cut wrists"

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

What do i really need

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

When you spill out hits

So i try tie my wrists

Cause bitch, i'm big business

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

It's late and you stuck in my basement

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

I'm on the run, keep running