This is a song about "Cutting wrists"

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

I'm cutting off your fun

What up girl, tell me how you been

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

They for grossing a bigger business

Bout some shit thats been shanking my wrists.

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/