This is a song about "Depression cutting razor blades old friends"

So if anyone thinks they should cut with razor blades or some pins

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Enough oppression, leading to depression

From this pain and depression.

It ain't where i been

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Razor blades are sharp as hell, you might as well embrace it,

She all on my skin

Smoking weed with depression,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,