This is a song about "Flip of my wrist"

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

I have those scars on my wrist

And you could find interest

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,