This is a song about "Flick of da wrizt"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

Call me a clown but a week from now

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Cuz its only a hand full of rappers dass touchin da cash.

Tryna flick a pic, 10 dollars says she frames it

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

As i proceed to sit this whole bit turned to a horror flick