This is a song about "Broken arm"

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Broken beyond repair,

Dmv they know me well

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

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Flash that arm with that hammer catch

Catch you up on places i've been

My words are broken, in addition.

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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