This is a song about "My broken left arm"

Niggas in the street scared

My broken heart you could mend

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

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

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Fire's burnin' up my heart, and no broken case

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

We pray while we prey on competition

My words are broken, in addition.

As my name get bigger this game get different

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

I just had my fucking empathy broken

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

My eyes were doomed, my heart was broken for several weeks