This is a song about "Floppy arm"

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

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

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Broke his leg and his arm twice, thinks its a joke,

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

When i'm low, she take me high

Lift your arm up high to the sky

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

We'll rest 'till dawn, words are weapons, megatron's weapon arm,

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

I grab you by the arm and ask you why?

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie