This is a song about "Icy wrist"

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

Heard that you alright though

Work that wrist im the maestro,

Now you got me hopped up on that

Icy kash, wit the dope shit

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Not because i'm icy, that don't mean i can't be hot

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

I got money mind and money on my wrist