This is a song about "Scratch on my back"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Then scratch em out my teeth with toothpicks

She was wet off the bat

I got my life back on track

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch

With the city on my back i carry this town

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown