This is a song about "Ice on my wrist"

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Bring the battering ram where you live

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal