This is a song about "Arms"

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Atomic bombs come like nations at 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

Tire marks, tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

And i can get em all without lots of effort

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

Finish line with the tire marks

That you were in my arms