This is a song about "Flicka da wrist"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

I told myself that i would play it cool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

I wanna be da best for ma ppl and da best in da nation

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Before your wrist is snapped

I'll get to em when i land