This is a song about "Broken arm"

Lift your arm up high to the sky

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Or a arm leg amputation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Broke his leg and his arm twice, thinks its a joke,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

In yo arm, and yo wife jaw

And never should you tear

Broken beyond repair,