This is a song about "Flicka da wrist"

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Da nigga still fucked 'round. yo, hit da kill switch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

If i lost you be patient

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

I'm the man 4 da game cuz i bring on da game