This is a song about "Icy wrist"

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Icy kash with the song, it's me, ain't no doubt.

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

My name is icy kash. yours is a piece o' shit.

If you feel it, it must be real just

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

Timing them wrist watch down

They can’t even come around

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

My rhymes are like an icy blizzard and i kill it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Not because i'm icy, that don't mean i can't be hot