This is a song about "Boy with no arms"

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

Got me famous from my massacres in #mass #acres my arms hunt with flashes

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

All on the furniture with no regards

With blood running fast down my arms

Pushed twirled and rushed no time to hurl

No rhyme can save this little boy or girl