This is a song about "Wrist"

I promise to keep it honest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Slick with the tricks shit, shift the wrist swift

Money is most of y'all interest

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

I have those scars on my wrist

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,