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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Move from the past to the present on the train

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

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Move from the past to the present on the train

I turned into something they never became

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I have those scars on my wrist

I am just an artist

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

So while you worry about the hoes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls