This is a song about "Broken arm"

Lying dead with my name carved in their arm with a swastika

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Now watch me rip the tat from your arm

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Formed from a broken promise,

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

We don't believe you, you need more people

In the arm and pay homage, pupil

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Flash that arm with that hammer catch

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun