This is a song about "Lack of scars"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

And this will be the song that we sing

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Due to the lack of substance like marijuana suppression.

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

When that money calls i holla back

Told me she was #speeding 'cause of dealing with scars left

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

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

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not