This is a song about "Cutting myself"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I call that shit that middle school

Cutting class for the pool

Cutting up the skin and there pulmonary veins and ill tape it

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits