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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Now she got you in your neck with the knife that she was holding

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

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

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

Please correct me, stretch marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

With blood running fast down my arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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