This is a song about "Look at the flick of the wrisk"

Uhh, look at me and look at yourself and see the difference

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

When i get to the butt, i flick it, and walk away,

Had a chance, now look at the mess

And i'm a just take another guess

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

And by the way i'mma start

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Like a flick i'm sittin' in knowin' that i die at the end

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Let's take a look at the rap game, 90 percent of the mainstream