This is a song about "Scars and bruises"

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I'm coming back to shock and awe, keep running, squawkin' with your clotted scars,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

The scars that buried deep within his writs, she started to plead and ask him why he said

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

You into bondage slut? i see bruises, looks like they're from chains/

Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash