This is a song about "Brothers in arms"

Tire marks, tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Yo i rap for brothers dying in the streets while most rappers talk about

For you to hold me in your strong arms

You haters put up your guards

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

All on the furniture with no regards

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,