This is a song about "Arms"

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

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

All i want is you baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

I got rich from a little struggle

Hold your arms cry and wallow

And she gives them a blow

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,

Bun b, i’m underground king