This is a song about "Arms"

All on the furniture with no regards

With blood running fast down my arms

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Tire marks, tire marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

That you were in my arms