This is a song about "Icy wrist"

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

This shit ain't nothing new though

Work that wrist im the maestro,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Take my wrist and slit it

I'm stuck with that

Bitch you should see my wallet

Icy kash, wit the dope shit

And you could find interest

I have those scars on my wrist