This is a song about "Pickled slit"

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

People just want this hypocrite gets slit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

Saying they this and that

Take my wrist and slit it

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

The next day you is everybody target

And we should not care about teenagers, wrists slit,