This is a song about "Pickled slit"

Doesnt notice those slit wrists

I'm in love with your business

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

That shit was wack as fuck

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Slit a body open from the head to the toe

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

No wrists slit, we came to split atoms

You never play with young boys cause they never private

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Slit wrists hurt when i'm burstin all your blood vessels

I'm everything that they call nice

Slit the veins keeping me alive

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

If i see your face ill get throat slit