This is a song about "Flick of da wrist"

If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Before your wrist is snapped

They could never understand

Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

Only rippin raps up like a fuckin horror flick yep

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I'm the man 4 da game cuz i bring on da game

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Bad bitches never loved them though

Work that wrist im the maestro,

From hollywood to the hood

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.