This is a song about "Batlle scars"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

In these parts, i guess it’s our scars that give us character,

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

The scars on his fist, the adrenaline he gets,

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

And all these knight with dashing scars

We've all got our scars and we need to embrace em

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

But ill still have physical scars