This is a song about "Holding you in my arms"

Body in his arms he holds her up says baby don’t go i love you baby

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

All on the furniture with no regards

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

And my answer was look deep and dont fall in different arms

And, i be with that shottagang nigga name sparks

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

With blood running fast down my arms

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

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