This is a song about "Broken arms"

Minus your head legs arms

You haters put up your guards

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

Finish line with the tire marks

They'll have to rename this one

Are grieving and broken

For you to hold me in your strong arms

All on the furniture with no regards

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

And losin all his money

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

You are the flawless creature