This is a song about "Flick of da wrist"

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Only rippin raps up like a fuckin horror flick yep

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Da da da da then, it hit me now, oh wow!

I leave you with that jewel, go get the chain now

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

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Played with peoples lives i'll light a cigarette and flick it at you take a picture of your

I better get my gown

Timing them wrist watch down

Before your wrist is snapped

Scrilla fan, oh boy and