This is a song about "Battle wounds"

Fuck the rules of this battle,

She caught up in my love triangle

Lady at the frank stand will

Rap is a religious battle,

Ass need a saddle

Bet i'm top in battle/

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

Magazines who at times seem to misuse