This is a song about "I slit my wrist"

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I have those scars on my wrist that no one could see

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

He tried it once, slit his wrist and waited

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

I never fit in with them light skins

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

If i don't slit my wrist, i said "man fuck you if you want to go take that psycho chick"