This is a song about "Pullin up with ice on my wrists"

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

So i try tie my wrists

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

With shards of ice and glass

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

In the bathroom with a blade, wrists shaking/

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Demagogues up top pullin' strings instead

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Cept when im pullin up browns, and not ova, its for marijuana/