This is a song about "Ice on my wrist"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Said "your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal"

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

I got something you've been waiting for

Saying they this and that

Take my wrist and slit it

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

She don't really care about anyone advice

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient