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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

"what a nuisance!" look at the newsprint

Tire marks, tire marks

Stop and look at the charts,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Now look at you vicious to the end.

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

Played with peoples lives i'll light a cigarette and flick it at you take a picture of your

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for