This is a song about "Arms"

For you to hold me in your strong arms

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Ima keep that on the low

Hold your arms cry and wallow

You haters put up your guards

With blood running fast down my arms

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Of atomic particles split into two parts

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms