This is a song about "Wrist game"

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Work that wrist im the maestro,

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

I promise to keep it honest

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

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Before your wrist is snapped

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks