This is a song about "Razor blade to my wrist"

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

My name is razor b

I’m a hustla, baby

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

I dress fresher even my mother fucken blade sharp!

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Expressing my pent up emotions inside in a poetic way is like a razor blade

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

My brains a blade slayin' , every spit is plain sailing

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest