This is a song about "Wrist cut blood"

Now i'm back with one of my latest

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

When i cut you i seen your blood and i enjoyed the taste of that

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Well man i do the yacht

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Or just cut you up to make your blood thinner

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I have those scars on my wrist

If i lost you be patient

Timing them wrist watch down

We ball, that breakdown