This is a song about "Cutting your wrists"

Give us this day, our daily bread

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Cutting class for the pool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

But we still real brothers

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Slit wrists hurt when i'm burstin all your blood vessels

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Switch gears like stick shifts

Doesnt notice those slit wrists