This is a song about "Arms"

Scars up and down my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

You haters put up your guards

Tug these sleeves up my arms

And, i be with that shottagang nigga name sparks

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms

My lady, my baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Plottin' don’t even worry