This is a song about "Arms"

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Your in my arms right next to me,

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Come on this journey

You haters put up your guards

With blood running fast down my arms

A criminal grind mean hustle

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow