This is a song about "Whipping the wrist"

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

That's been literally reborn it seems, oh lord time to cut the umbilical cord,

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

//btw there are barely any pauses in this rap so it will be a bitch to record!

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

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

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day goes

I have those scars on my wrist

Yeah that motor be the fastest