This is a song about "Broken arm"

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

Now watch me rip the tat from your arm

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Formed from a broken promise,

Take the beat and make it a carcass

Are grieving and broken

I don't care what it did to them

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

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

And i know that you're open

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

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

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

These bitches appear quicker than state farm