This is a song about "Cutting my wrist"

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

I have those scars on my wrist

Young, handsome and focused

Instead of cutting my heart in half, you cut it in thirds,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Said "your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal"

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade