This is a song about "Wrist and ice"

But ignite the lighter making my rhymes like fire and ice/

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Foolish, i be on that new shit

He tried it once, slit his wrist and waited

But we alright, and we ball right, it's no return, we're just flossin' ice,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day go

With shards of ice and glass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.