This is a song about "Whipping the wrist"

I better get my gown

Timing them wrist watch down

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Shit, lyrical fire i spit with the quick wrist shift slick shit i will commit

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,