This is a song about "Cutting wrists"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Doesnt notice those slit wrists

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I'm cutting off your fun

So i try tie my wrists

I'm in love with your business

Don't want to be the king

The ones who spent their days cutting

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Bout some shit thats been shanking my wrists.

She likes the way it hits her lips