This is a song about "Slice arms"

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Knowing you can no longer party

Finish line with the tire marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Slice one up, slice two more

Who did it before

You haters put up your guards

With blood running fast down my arms

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Minus your head legs arms

Tire marks, tire marks