This is a song about "Arms weak"

Tug these sleeves up my arms

You haters put up your guards

I be gettin' money

Your in my arms right next to me,

Scars up and down my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

And my answer was look deep and dont fall in different arms

Superdome's the #battlefield, call this shit jordin sparks,

Them people weak them people weak

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards