This is a song about "Ice on my wrist"

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

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

Take my wrist and slit it

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

I figured out that it don't matter for real

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I have those scars on my wrist