This is a song about "Wrist cut blood"

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Take my wrist and slit it

Except this is a nightmare and im deceiving and now your cut and your blood is gleaming.

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

That means i wanna be the highest

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

Timing them wrist watch down

They just go around

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Or just cut you up to make your blood thinner

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade