This is a song about "Cut wrists"

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

All green nigga pick six

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

My wrists is froze, im super loc'd up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

Now it's time to eat

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed