This is a song about "Cutting my wrist"

I got those scars in my wrist that no one could see.

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

So here i am at the store for some chips

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list