This is a song about "Flicka da wrist"

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

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

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

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin