This is a song about "Cut my arms"

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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

Plus i masturbated daily, so my arms were round.

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Put my arms around you n never let go,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Got me famous from my massacres in #mass #acres my arms hunt with flashes

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

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,