This is a song about "Losing arm"

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

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

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

Now watch me rip the tat from your arm

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Hope i beat this rapper, cause you know i can't stand losing

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Everyday losing some source of hope

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

I'm losing my stature

But he don't rule a thing

Look at all the hoes you losing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Influenced by how you just cope with losing