This is a song about "Scars"

Leave you with those #battle #scars like you're guy sebastian,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

The scars on his fist, the adrenaline he gets,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I was born rough, i left scars on my mothers pussy

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

But ill still have physical scars

Distorted from scars physically and mentally with no destination

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

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

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today