This is a song about "Cutting wrist"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Yeah that motor be the fastest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

You're talking to one of the greatest

Cutting class for the pool

That's the sound of my tool

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Cutting behind closed shutters,

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb