This is a song about "Devin bowman"

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

I'd done stacked many

I’m tryna be low key

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

And my only fear's a wedding ring

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,