This is a song about "Flick of that wrist"

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

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

Let's go psycho every moment, make life a hitchcock flick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Like a flick i'm sittin' in knowin' that i die at the end

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

If i don't slit my wrist, i said "man fuck you if you want to go take that psycho chick"

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Work that wrist im the maestro,

And you could find interest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

Tryna flick a pic, 10 dollars says she frames it