This is a song about "Battle scars"

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I was born rough, i left scars on my mothers pussy

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

I have those scars on my wrist

That means i wanna be the highest

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

But ill still have physical scars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I will bittle battle bittle battle bittle battle to any sound

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

I have those scars on my wrist that no one could see

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free