This is a song about "Scar face"

Your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal,

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Don't you fall from grace

Its all over your face

Said "your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal"

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

On my heart you've left a scar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Then i bust in her face

From where they praise

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

But, still got a smiling face

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Drive around with a 3 inch eye scar. i make an observation,

See money talk and these days

Look at my daughter's face