This is a song about "Gold wrist"

Before your wrist is snapped

For the one night stand

I say that the pool is closed

Spiritual, fool's gold

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

My women be in the newest

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Work that wrist im the maestro,