This is a song about "Broken arm"

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Formed from a broken promise,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

My words are broken, in addition.

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

In yo arm, and yo wife jaw

Life of and outlaw