This is a song about "Cutting selfharm"

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

They were partying i was cutting tracks

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

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a

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

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits