This is a song about "Arms"

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

I'll break your bones in both arms

You haters put up your guards

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

My past gives m.c.s a rap seizure

Please correct me, stretch marks

Scars up and down my arms

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Lost my nigga over nothing though

For you to hold me in your strong arms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards