This is a song about "Flick of that wrist"

Going against me,is like attacking a pack of bic razors with your wrist,

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Tryna flick a pic, 10 dollars says she frames it

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Said "your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal"

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Timing them wrist watch down

I drive that all around

Your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal,

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans