This is a song about "Ice shinning wrist solid"

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

After that moscato hit

Ill solid bars that make you vomit

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

My raps are composite, solid "juju"

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

I promise to keep it honest