This is a song about "Arms"

Scars up and down my arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

For you to hold me in your strong arms

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Come on this journey

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Bitch, they call it motor city

Your arms enfold me, cloak me