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

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

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

Move from the past to the present on the train

I wish i’ll never see you again

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Move from the past to the present on the train

Said "your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal"

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

My positon on the throne is threatened//i am the future the present and the past//