This is a song about "Stabbin"

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

She never ready to go so she forever come

Platinum the minimum, maximum is stabbin' eminem,

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that