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

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

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

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

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

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

How do you think that sounds when they turn on and listen,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

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