This is a song about "Cutting my wrist"

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Tryna stay clear of my foes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

This is the part where we run hip hop

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

Malia family, we the family

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

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

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

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

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