This is a song about "Gun arms"

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And i hope you a believer

That you were in my arms

You haters put up your guards

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

In the car with a gun,

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Plottin' don’t even worry

You talkin bout toting that gun

Work straight out the kitchen