This is a song about "Ice on my wrist"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

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

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

I have those scars on my wrist

Young, handsome and focused

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

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

I have those scars on my wrist that no one could see

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls