This is a song about "Cutting her wrist"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

She slit her veins, only to feel her wrist in pain.

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

And you niggas will acknowledge this

That means i wanna be the highest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

I work hard for everything i get

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

I have those scars on my wrist

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

Now your seeking for wellness, it all ends with you on oprah's next help list

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist