This is a song about "Don t cut yourself"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Like when you shot yourself

Most times when a liquor all gone

It's the don rapping at the dawn

You got reason to brag

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I don't know, obviously i disappear

We in the mob im the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Then you ished yourself

Roll up niggas be like sex