This is a song about "Suicide slitting wrists coke weed"

Couple grand when i rock the night

Thinkin bout suicide

I just know i'm that dope

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

From the back seat, back seat

Bun b, i’m underground king

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Get depressed, commit suicide, manic

Murder all your artists

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists