This is a song about "Wrist"

I have those scars on my wrist

But our flow is the truest

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Slick with the tricks shit, shift the wrist swift

If you feel it, it must be real just

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

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

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

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

That burden's on my soul as long i exist