This is a song about "Giving scars"

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

This prison, is only here today. scars, scars don't stay, they run away.

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

But ill still have physical scars

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

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

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Got a beans if you wanna pop

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

No one undertstands just how deep dem scars run