This is a song about "Arms"

Your in my arms right next to me,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Finish line with the tire marks

That you were in my arms

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

You haters put up your guards

Tug these sleeves up my arms

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Tire marks, tire marks

Scars up and down my arms

With blood running fast down my arms

All on the furniture with no regards