This is a song about "Open wounds"

Mixed with open temptations

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I'm open to the market

And you all will respect that

That wouldn't be pleasing to you don't open

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

Her face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal her fate

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Not all scars show not all wounds heal they don't see a pain that a nigguh feel

Im putting wounds on ya, scars, that wont ever be healed

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford