This is a song about "Scratch on my back"

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

Crack your back on the hard cement till my hearts content.

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Call it boomerang, it comes right back on my ass

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

With the city on my back i carry this town

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

No turning back now/ got my team on my back now

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

They don't see my vision, grown man mission