This is a song about "Cutting her wrist"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Being fly was priority to the lowest

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Timing them wrist watch down

I drive that all around

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

It's time for me to get stronger then i was before though, but to be honest

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,