This is a song about "Wrist"

Money is most of y'all interest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

My women be in the newest

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

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

You was bigger than an artist

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake