This is a song about "Ice on wrist and gucci on waist"

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Look, another day another dollar

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch