This is a song about "Open wounds"

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Go bust that bitches head open

Can barely walk the city streets

Open the blinds and he peeps

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

So i ain't giving a fuck

But you make me open up

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Me and my peeps often meet

Maybe my wounds are just to deep,

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live