This is a song about "Cut my arms"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Fuck!!!! my legs are weak and my arms are shaking

Finish line with the tire marks

That you were in my arms

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

Put my arms around you n never let go,

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Plus i masturbated daily, so my arms were round.

And put another half a mil in my bank account