This is a song about "Ice on my wrist and fucking hoes and getting money"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Take my wrist and slit it

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

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

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart