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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

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

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

I'll break your bones in both arms

You haters put up your guards

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

All on the furniture with no regards

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

I am the sole leader

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards