This is a song about "Arm pits"

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

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

Catch you up on places i've been

Or a arm leg amputation

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Kills...on my left arm my it say any body killer......itz juz me lil jeffrey..

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

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