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

Now look at you vicious to the end.

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Im the coolest of cool look at my hair do

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

"what a nuisance!" look at the newsprint

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Aye look, at the rookie who's bookin

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

Look at the competitions composition

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Look at all the hoes you losing

Don't want to be the king

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings