This is a song about "Left scars"

This prison, is only here today. scars, scars don't stay, they run away.

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

There scars girl, don't let him mare your face

Looking for them better days

In these parts, i guess it’s our scars that give us character,

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

Distorted from scars physically and mentally with no destination

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

I'm coming back to shock and awe, keep running, squawkin' with your clotted scars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

The scars on his fist, the adrenaline he gets,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz