This is a song about "Cutting wrist"

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

I got money mind and money on my wrist

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Don't want to be the king

The ones who spent their days cutting

Cutting behind closed shutters,

This one's for the lovers

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Cold world no blanket son

I'm cutting off your fun