This is a song about "Poop arm"

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Coroners comfort your mama

Now watch me rip the tat from your arm

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Flash that arm with that hammer catch

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

I said i don’t give a fuck

I like to poop out of my butt,

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

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend