This is a song about "Wrist"

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

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

I got money mind and money on my wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

And you could find interest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

You was bigger than an artist