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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Move from the past to the present on the train

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

From running past my dungeons

The doctor has arrived just be patient

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

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

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

I promise to keep it honest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

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

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

It's moe, all i need is more chips