This is a song about "Rollie on my wrist"

Go! you free to go about your business

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

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Take my wrist and slit it

Rack, rack city shit

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

You got your mean little walk with the model pose