This is a song about "Arm pits"

I'm sorry to leave you here, in the pits of hell all alone,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Lying dead with my name carved in their arm with a swastika

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Lady at the frank stand will

In the arm and pay homage, pupil

Some afghan leaders were slated evil as they slayed their people in gaping pits

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Broke his leg and his arm twice, thinks its a joke,

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed