This is a song about "Cutimg my wrist"

I have those scars on my wrist that no one could see

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal,

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

Ain't no women at the shows

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist