This is a song about "Arms"

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

For you to hold me in your strong arms

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

And my answer was look deep and dont fall in different arms

Perched on a large arch, lurking on ten restless guards,

Finish line with the tire marks

With blood running fast down my arms

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And there's little to be glad for