This is a song about "Wrist cut blood"

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

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

I know you're mad, but so what

There’s no looking out, got cut,

I can feel your heart beating fast

Before your wrist is snapped

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot-a blood

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

Just let it chill joe

Work that wrist im the maestro,

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