This is a song about "Scars"

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

I'm coming back to shock and awe, keep running, squawkin' with your clotted scars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Told me she was #speeding 'cause of dealing with scars left

There scars girl, don't let him mare your face

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Listen.. when you living behind bars, all you have is scars.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars