This is a song about "Scars"

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Im putting wounds on ya, scars, that wont ever be healed

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I ain't trynna be politically correct

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

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

This prison, is only here today. scars, scars don't stay, they run away.