This is a song about "Warts on my wrist"

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

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

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Only real niggas stay on top

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

To be honest, im modest