This is a song about "Wrists"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

All my other people that dance around

I could beat you with my wrists bound

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

It’s something that’s in your veins

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

But i'm not worried

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

Doesnt notice those slit wrists

When you spill out hits