This is a song about "Wrist cutter"

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

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

Bitch you should see my wallet

Take my wrist and slit it

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

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Timing them wrist watch down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Cookier cutter rappers, thinking they can making an impact

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade