This is a song about "Wrist work"

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Before your wrist is snapped

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

If you feel it, it must be real just

I work hard, nigga put in work

Too focused, one word

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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