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

If you feel it, it must be real just

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Cause these my niggas from the past ya know

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

I have those scars in my wrist that nobody could see

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist