This is a song about "Cutting wrist"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Work that wrist im the maestro,

What's the deal with the nets though

I'm cutting off your fun

Fuck it, i'm done

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

They were partying i was cutting tracks

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