This is a song about "Die in your arms"

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Cause out here in these streets you can live or your welcome to die

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Hit the club she drop it low

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Spray nitrogen in your eye sever your pride then leave you to die,

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms