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

Or all the times that i got lit.

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

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

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

Or let the mob handle that

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I have those scars on my wrist

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up