This is a song about "Arms"

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Scars up and down my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Ballin til the buzzer blow

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,

I know these haters watching

Hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

I'll break your bones in both arms

You haters put up your guards