This is a song about "Cutting wrist"

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Now your seeking for wellness, it all ends with you on oprah's next help list

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I got money mind and money on my wrist

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist