This is a song about "Coat of arms"

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

I just write that right by a mic stand

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Coat of pained stiches but i am wearin it, proudly

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Tug these sleeves up my arms

You haters put up your guards

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks