This is a song about "Broken arm"

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Makes you feel like you need to slit your arm with broken glass,

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

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

Got golden arm go try to flex this

In the caravan with some latin bitches

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

Lift your arm up high to the sky

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high