This is a song about "I cut my wrist to see how much it bleeds"

It never crossed my mind, how much i improved from then to now and time to time

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

I think it means it's damning me. how much would you pay to see, a backwards cursed depraved freak?

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

Goodbye my love, your incense i burn to show how much you meant

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Nobody to tell her it doesn't matter how much she weighs

See how it is to be with you

What preceded was the clue

I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business