This is a song about "My arms"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Shit with our whole family

Your in my arms right next to me,

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,

But we be having that jersey

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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