This is a song about "Wrist cut blood"

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

There’s no looking out, got cut,

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And you could find interest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

I have those scars on my wrist

If i lost you be patient

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

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

Red dots cause i’m red hot

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,