This is a song about "Fire arms"

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Although thought that we would grow

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Your in my arms right next to me,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Knees week, arms are sturdy

While i'm making history

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms