This is a song about "Cut arm"

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

In the arm and pay homage, pupil

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Mapping the next cut on his arm, he rubs the razor along, it floods.

Or a arm leg amputation

Catch you up on places i've been

Yea, my middle finger to the law

In yo arm, and yo wife jaw

Or know them testament verses

Got golden arm go try to flex this

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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