This is a song about "Floppy arm"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Target spreading, aren't you heading arm and leg in

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Lying dead with my name carved in their arm with a swastika

Lift your arm up high to the sky

Damn is your mattress dry

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Flash that arm with that hammer catch