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

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Judging on my past self/ shows the little do they know

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Move from the past to the present on the train

When you spill out hits

From running past my dungeons

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party