This is a song about "Arms"

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

You haters put up your guards

For you to hold me in your strong arms

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Minus your head legs arms

Tire marks, tire marks