This is a song about "Flip of my wrist"

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Time to flip the switch and find my true fate/

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

Ain't no women at the shows

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

With the flick of my wrist syphilis spitting it's sick

Nigga i could flip a verse off the top of the dome

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home