This is a song about "Wrist iced out"

And now im piped up with clarity why don't we see if i get iced

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I have those scars on my wrist

But our flow is the truest

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

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