This is a song about "Cutting your wrists"

When something is broken

I'm cutting off your fun

So i try tie my wrists

When you spill out hits

Cutting class for the pool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

They were partying i was cutting tracks

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

By the water, au revoir to my audience

That's the window into the sky

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Bun b, i’m underground king

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting