This is a song about "Arms"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

I’m tryna be low key

For you to hold me in your strong arms

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Tire marks, tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

So strong, was her will to make her home in his arms,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Am i the only one who tried to write love on her arms?

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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