This is a song about "H2o wrist"

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

We ball, that breakdown

Timing them wrist watch down

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

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

Take my wrist and slit it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit