This is a song about "Cut my arms"

And my answer was look deep and dont fall in different arms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Top ranked, number one my son

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

With blood running fast down my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

You haters put up your guards

Tug these sleeves up my arms

My kick game be making fifa envy

My words cut through like my tongue is a machete,

That you were in my arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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

Keep my grass cut/ so i can always find a snake

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade