This is a song about "Cut arm"

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

I grab you by the arm and ask you why?

In yo arm, and yo wife jaw

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

They like talking, its like gossip

Which is why this arm of mine is cut up

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

That happen to act like a black president