This is a song about "My arms"

You haters put up your guards

Minus your head legs arms

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Your in my arms right next to me,

He uses my arms, he does the deed. he's the one who harms, and he always succeeds.

Then quickly people start activate reactions through words , thoughts, and deeds

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Please correct me, stretch marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees

Tire marks, tire marks

Scars up and down my arms