This is a song about "Wrist iced out"

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Double m g forever though

Work that wrist im the maestro,

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Going against me,is like attacking a pack of bic razors with your wrist,

I should've been a dentist

I have those scars on my wrist