This is a song about "Cutting myself"

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

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

The richest place on earth

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this