This is a song about "Flick of da wrist"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

With the flick of my wrist syphilis spitting it's sick

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

To be honest, im modest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist