This is a song about "Arms"

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Finish line with the tire marks

That you were in my arms

With blood running fast down my arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

And my kick game beyond crazy

Your in my arms right next to me,

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

Tire marks, tire marks

Minus your head legs arms