This is a song about "Wrists"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No wrists slit, we came to split atoms

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

Last of a dying breed

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

I'm in love with your business

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head