This is a song about "Wrist"

My ambition to blow

Work that wrist im the maestro,

I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Across ya wrist, obnoxious, i'm a boxer, i gotta spit,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You're talking to one of the greatest

Slick with the tricks shit, shift the wrist swift

It's time for me to get stronger then i was before though, but to be honest

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,