This is a song about "Arms"

So while the world goes drake crazy

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Please correct me, stretch marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

With blood running fast down my arms

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

For you to hold me in your strong arms

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

That damier bag i bought her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer