This is a song about "How you think i got these scars on my hip"

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

Like the words on my hip

I like to call that a quick flip

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

I got these niggas livin in nightmares and my bitches on speed dial

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

I got my scythe sharpened now, soon you will be asking how,

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Because you left these scars, and its you i want to spar

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

In these parts, i guess it’s our scars that give us character,