This is a song about "Cut my arms"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

Got to the end of the tunnel

Please correct me, stretch marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

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

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Shit, my raps cut so deep my lyrics are straight razors,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Tire marks, tire marks

That you were in my arms