This is a song about "Killer arm"

Which is why this arm of mine is cut up

Bitches is artificially duck

And you know i paint that picture

She ain't know i was a killer

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Got golden arm go try to flex this

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

I'ma murder anyone that comes near me. call me serial killer

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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