This is a song about "Ice on my wrist"

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

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

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal,

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

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

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls