This is a song about "Cutting yourself"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

The richest place on earth

Cutting behind closed shutters,

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

They were partying i was cutting tracks

The ones who spent their days cutting

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Like when you shot yourself

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this