This is a song about "Batlle scars"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

I'm coming back to shock and awe, keep running, squawkin' with your clotted scars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

But ill still have physical scars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Leave you with those #battle #scars like you're guy sebastian,

The scars on his fist, the adrenaline he gets,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

Im putting wounds on ya, scars, that wont ever be healed

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east