This is a song about "Fireing arms"

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

But am i less holy

Your in my arms right next to me,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

You haters put up your guards

Scars up and down my arms

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

With blood running fast down my arms