This is a song about "Cutting arms"

Please correct me, stretch marks

That you were in my arms

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Hold your arms cry and wallow

I call that shit that middle school

Cutting class for the pool

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Got tired of running from the police

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms