This is a song about "Poop arm"

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Now watch me rip the tat from your arm

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Which is why this arm of mine is cut up

Target spreading, aren't you heading arm and leg in

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

I like to poop out of my butt,

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Like poop smeared on the walls

And of course, my car's off course

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz