This is a song about "Hip scars"

You was bigger than an artist

I have those scars on my wrist

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

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

See with a district columbia vision

No one undertstands just how deep dem scars run

There scars girl, don't let him mare your face

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

All up in your motherfucking mouthheadbanger boogie

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

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies