This is a song about "Slit your wrist"

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

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Before i split, slit your pussy as a tit ,fucker i can't stand your wit

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Before your wrist is snapped

And i ain't trying to land

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

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

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here