This is a song about "Cutting my wrist"

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

I promise to keep it honest

I don't know, obviously i disappear

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

You be get up on this fly shit baby

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I never fit in with them light skins

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

If you feel it, it must be real just

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest