This is a song about "Brothers in arms"

That you were in my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

For you to hold me in your strong arms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Your in my arms right next to me,

Plottin' don’t even worry

Got me famous from my massacres in #mass #acres my arms hunt with flashes

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

So strong, was her will to make her home in his arms,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards