This is a song about "Slit your wrist"

Take my wrist and slit it

After that moscato hit

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

To become a lyrical killer and slit your throat with a damn metaphor,

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

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

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

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Makes you feel like you need to slit your arm with broken glass,