This is a song about "Foreskin arms cars"

Finish line with the tire marks

Scars up and down my arms

You haters put up your guards

With blood running fast down my arms

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms