This is a song about "Cutting arms"

Gotta be something for me write this

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

With blood running fast down my arms

All on the furniture with no regards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

This is like riding through the city

Your in my arms right next to me,

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats