This is a song about "Arms"

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Your in my arms right next to me,

I delete they history

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

For you to hold me in your strong arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer