This is a song about "Slit your wrist"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Give a handy so hard you can't move your wrist, you got sprains/

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'll slit your jugular, so change your name to "hutch is my executioner,"

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

They just don't give a fuck

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist