This is a song about "Cutting selfharm"

Aight santana man...let's do this

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

But i ain't listening

The ones who spent their days cutting

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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