This is a song about "Left scars"

Listen.. when you living behind bars, all you have is scars.

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

I dont have any tattoos but i got a couple scars,

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

Tire marks, tire marks

Scars up and down my arms

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

The scars on his fist, the adrenaline he gets,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

No one undertstands just how deep dem scars run