This is a song about "Arm pits"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

I'm in love with your business

Got golden arm go try to flex this

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

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

Touched it to your cherry lip balm

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Flash that arm with that hammer catch

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

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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