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

Stop and look at the charts,

Please correct me, stretch marks

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

Same bitches used to play me though

Work that wrist im the maestro,

Look at the competitions composition

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Better than your bitch would

Look at all the hoes you losing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,