This is a song about "Wrist cutter"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

But your nothin' but a cookie cutter, no tone, no throne, you're an amature and it shows

Time after time, again and again

She slit her veins, only to feel her wrist in pain.

Work that wrist im the maestro,

It ain't nothing though

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest