This is a song about "Scratch that"

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

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

Scratch the surface and you might find, something even crazier behind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Huge explosion not amused, got away quick not even a scratch legit,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

Fell onto traffic cause a 42 car pile up not a scratch at all

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses