This is a song about "Wrist game"

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

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

I am just an artist

I have those scars on my wrist

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Slick with the tricks shit, shift the wrist swift

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

To seize everything you ever wanted

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,