This is a song about "Fireing arms"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Scars up and down my arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

With blood running fast down my arms

You haters put up your guards

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

They say i talk like im god body