This is a song about "Warts on my wrist"

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Take my wrist and slit it

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

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

All i know is i got warts on my below

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

I have those scars on my wrist