This is a song about "Arms"

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

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

Am i the only one who tried to write love on her arms?

I be calling out game like miles at the farms