This is a song about "Pickled slit"

Tell him that i slit his throat, in this dream i had

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

I just don't get it, someone always get slit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Slit a body open from the head to the toe

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

She slit her veins, only to feel her wrist in pain.