This is a song about "Flick of the wrist"

I don't want no fucking crown

Timing them wrist watch down

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

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

That's been literally reborn it seems, oh lord time to cut the umbilical cord,

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

Better than your bitch would

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Slick with the tricks shit, shift the wrist swift

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup