This is a song about "H2o wrist"

And i'm just being honest

I have those scars on my wrist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

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

They could never understand

Before your wrist is snapped

Talented like a clairvoyant magician with a mic its in your best interest

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day go

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough