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

Got that strap on my hip like a leg brace

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

I know you think you on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

But our flow is the truest

I have those scars on my wrist