This is a song about "Lack of scars"

It wasn't the lack of my abstinence dammit!

I just wanna be higher than that

I'm tired of missing the skills that i lack.

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Lack of education and ignorance's the same thang,

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Filled with rejection from lack of affection think you're an exception?

You receive #visible scars ya body divided and sliced up in the back of a seat

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,