This is a song about "Cut your scars"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

And cut your motherfucking scalp off like i'm the chickasaws,

You know that love is a very serious thing

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

So take the stage just show me what you got

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

The scars on ya fist is just the same as the pain in your brain,

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,