This is a song about "Arms"

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees

I ain't tryna brag though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms

And, i be with that shottagang nigga name sparks

With blood running fast down my arms

All on the furniture with no regards