This is a song about "Arms"

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

That you were in my arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

So strong, was her will to make her home in his arms,

All on the furniture with no regards

You haters put up your guards

I'll break your bones in both arms

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,

Finish line with the tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

For you to hold me in your strong arms

Hit the green like running backs with no yards