This is a song about "Scars"

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

In these parts, i guess it’s our scars that give us character,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I dont have any tattoos but i got a couple scars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

And all these knight with dashing scars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks