This is a song about "Wrist work"

I work hard, nigga put in work

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

I got money mind and money on my wrist

That means i wanna be the highest

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

And not a single feature except lil wayne

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

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Take my wrist and slit it