This is a song about "Got my wrist lit up"

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I got those scars in my wrist that no one could see.

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

You ain't gon find that

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

So i got to clean my act up,

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that