This is a song about "Cut arm"

Or a arm leg amputation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

Which is why this arm of mine is cut up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Before he killed my whole arm, i hit the alarm

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb