This is a song about "Cutting selfharm"

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong