This is a song about "Wrist game"

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

I promise to keep it honest

Is it a sin to be so young but feel like you got the potential to be the greatest

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

I got money mind and money on my wrist

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

You're talking to one of the greatest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Work that wrist im the maestro,

I'm never faded though