This is a song about "Lack of scars"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

That's how i got the weed spot

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

The lack of respect that this man,

I see the scars of unhappiness

Mind your motherfucking business

You lack proper means of comparison,

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?