This is a song about "Ice on my wrist"

I have those scars on my wrist

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

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

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

Take my wrist and slit it

Bitch you should see my wallet

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing