This is a song about "Died in your arms tonight"

So everybody in the crowd will know you’re singing tonight,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Sure he died in 96 n

Then lost her faith again

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Just to stay in your arms, as you hold me tight.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Tire marks, tire marks

Minus your head legs arms