This is a song about "Cutting selfharm"

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

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

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

Cutting class for the pool

That's the sound of my tool

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours