This is a song about "Baby arms"

Body in his arms he holds her up says baby don’t go i love you baby

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Parents treat me like a baby

Tire marks, tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

For you to hold me in your strong arms