This is a song about "Baring arms"

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

I'll break your bones in both arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Tire marks, tire marks

Scars up and down my arms

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Bitch, they call it motor city

Hold your arms cry and wallow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

With blood running fast down my arms

Tug these sleeves up my arms

You haters put up your guards