This is a song about "20 k on my wrist it s spelling now yeah"

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Take my wrist and slit it

And talk some more shit

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Filipino hospitality yeah now drop it low

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste