This is a song about "Scars and bruises"

Being born and brought up with scars may be no way to be a star

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Y’all only in it for the cars

But ill still have physical scars

You receive #visible scars ya body divided and sliced up in the back of a seat

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Listen.. when you living behind bars, all you have is scars.

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

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Been running around trying find a job