This is a song about "Scars on my wrist from the past"

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

I got those scars in my wrist that no one could see.

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Silicone bitches got the confidence

From running past my dungeons

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

The mistakes from my past still chasing me, like theres no turning back