This is a song about "Arms"

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Finish line with the tire marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

Scars up and down my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

That you were in my arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

I be gettin' money

Your in my arms right next to me,