This is a song about "Arms"

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

Hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,

And getting money is the song i sing

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Hold your arms cry and wallow

The world is so typical

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

All on the furniture with no regards

With blood running fast down my arms

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

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