This is a song about "Arms"

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Could i make you my baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard

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

All on the furniture with no regards

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