This is a song about "Cutting arms"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Your in my arms right next to me,

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Tug these sleeves up my arms

You haters put up your guards

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

So strong, was her will to make her home in his arms,

Cutting behind closed shutters,

We should fuck each others mothers

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

They were partying i was cutting tracks