This is a song about "Cutting wrist"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Higher than high school

Cutting class for the pool

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

You got that indie glow

Work that wrist im the maestro,