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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

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

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

I have those scars on my wrist

That means i wanna be the highest

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Money is most of y'all interest

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist