This is a song about "Slit your wrist"

Going against me,is like attacking a pack of bic razors with your wrist,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

If i see your face ill get throat slit

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Said "your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

Take my wrist and slit it

That's when you know you doing shit

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal,

That means i wanna be the highest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

And by god when she's gone you wanna slit your throat