This is a song about "Cutting my wrists"

So i try tie my wrists

She likes the way it hits her lips

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Oldest nation on this earth

That's the sound of my tool

Cutting class for the pool

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

See, i'm just trying to focus

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

Twist and spin and slit my wrists until the mortician embalms me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

My wrists is froze, im super loc'd up

Bout some shit thats been shanking my wrists.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six