This is a song about "Killer arm"

When you took my hand up so calm

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

I have no killer degree, cause

I let you know you dealing with dogs

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Now watch me rip the tat from your arm

Good love then i can do that for her

She ain't know i was a killer

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

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

Or a arm leg amputation

Catch you up on places i've been

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch