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

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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

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

Money's on my mind, i think about just how i'll break the bank,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

You think you're hip, you got that tank at abercrombie & fitch

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Now that i murdered you and got my revenge how should i end this?

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english