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

Your in my arms right next to me,

And its simple as that baby

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And there's little to be glad for

You haters put up your guards

I'll break your bones in both arms

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

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

I just wanted to give a shout out before this rap starts,