This is a song about "Arms"

For you to hold me in your strong arms

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Knees week, arms are sturdy

While i'm making history

Minus your head legs arms

You haters put up your guards

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Maybe we just need to slow

Scars up and down my arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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