This is a song about "Battle wounds"

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

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

As i light one for ill will

For nother rap battle

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all

She caught up in my love triangle

Fuck the rules of this battle,

And tell me why every battle

That’s only if they handle

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Ur wounds are gnarly and infected

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights