This is a song about "Wrist"

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

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

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

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

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Work that wrist im the maestro,

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Now your seeking for wellness, it all ends with you on oprah's next help list

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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