This is a song about "Troopers choppa racks wraith rolex on my wrist"

He just get her bigger bags

God damn pull out my racks

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

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

If i lost you be patient

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

I promise to keep it honest

I have those scars on my wrist