This is a song about "Wrist cutter"

But our flow is the truest

I have those scars on my wrist

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

She slit her veins, only to feel her wrist in pain.

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Timing them wrist watch down

He won't sit down, given the crown

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I decided my pride is just why i resist

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

I'm a shotty with a mullet when i call it, use it to the fullest