This is a song about "Tiktok ice on my wrist"

Take my wrist and slit it

Rack, rack city shit

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Said "your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal"

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real