This is a song about "Arms race"

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

All on the furniture with no regards

That you were in my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

Yea... the human race, magnificent,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Once again, sit back, lets not race

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

And, i be with that shottagang nigga name sparks

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms