This is a song about "Arms"

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

For you to hold me in your strong arms

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Your in my arms right next to me,

And my answer was look deep and dont fall in different arms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

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

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Finish line with the tire marks

I'll break your bones in both arms