This is a song about "Arms are heavy"

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Finish line with the tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

I've seen niggas with scared faces, arms are severed,

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

You haters put up your guards

That you were in my arms

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

Scars up and down my arms

Tire marks, tire marks