This is a song about "Wrist cutter"

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Don't cross me like you atheist

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Across ya wrist, obnoxious, i'm a boxer, i gotta spit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

Timing them wrist watch down

They just go around