This is a song about "Cutting wrists"

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

In the bathroom with a blade, wrists shaking/

Bout some shit thats been shanking my wrists.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

The ones who spent their days cutting

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

That's the window into the sky

I keep my money neat

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists