This is a song about "Scars on my hip"

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

The scars on his fist, the adrenaline he gets,

So i banged for a minute

Like the words on my hip

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

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

I should've been a dentist

I have those scars on my wrist

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key