This is a song about "Cut my arms"

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

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

Hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Plus i masturbated daily, so my arms were round.

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

My words cut through like my tongue is a machete,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Finish line with the tire marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Me and my microphone could be one

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

He uses my arms, he does the deed. he's the one who harms, and he always succeeds.

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

With blood running fast down my arms