This is a song about "Slit wrists"

Twist and spin and slit my wrists until the mortician embalms me

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Same '89 camry that needs painting

In the bathroom with a blade, wrists shaking/

Ever think why people fucking slit there wrists and shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

No wrists slit, we came to split atoms

You never play with young boys cause they never private

And we should not care about teenagers, wrists slit,

Thoats will be fucking slit today

For us to find our way

People just want this hypocrite gets slit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Frightening, so fucking frightening