This is a song about "Scars on my arms"

Planned to give a tooth, but not my arms and legs

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I plan to leave scars on you, now don't go crying dude.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

I have those scars on my wrist that no one could see

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Am i the only one who tried to write love on her arms?

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Yes the words faded but my scars will remain