This is a song about "Foreskin arms cars"

Please correct me, stretch marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And mine somewhere bout mars

Run away from the cars...

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I feel like i got fifty cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms