This is a song about "Cutting my wrists"

I got 800 invisible men

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

The richest place on earth

Cutting behind closed shutters,

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

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

So i try tie my wrists

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Bout some shit thats been shanking my wrists.

She likes the way it hits her lips

The inner darkness in my head is leaving. yet my wrists won't stop bleeding.

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything