This is a song about "Cutting off everyone"

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Everyone wonders where we gone off to

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em

Everyone stands up looking out the window urged to get off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Cutting class for the pool

I call that shit that middle school

Cutting behind closed shutters,

This ones for the lovers

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits