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

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

The world at risk, all on his wrist, the mic is gripped/

"what a nuisance!" look at the newsprint

She leave her hair in the sink

Please correct me, stretch marks

Stop and look at the charts,

And mine somewhere bout mars

Imma look at the stars,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Look at the way he embraces greatness

If i lost you be patient

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist