This is a song about "Cutting wrist"

Money is most of y'all interest

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Before your wrist is snapped

Fighting with my weak hand

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

I got money mind and money on my wrist