This is a song about "Foreskin arms cars"

So strong, was her will to make her home in his arms,

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

That you were in my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Minus your head legs arms

Tire marks, tire marks

The you should look up in the stars

Run away from the cars...

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,