This is a song about "Scars on my hip"

The scars in my face is the symbol that i figth to my death,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I do it for my hip hop, constituents

I have those scars in my wrist that nobody could see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

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

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

I'm riding around with my gun on hip