This is a song about "In my arms tonight"

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Got me famous from my massacres in #mass #acres my arms hunt with flashes

Tire marks, tire marks

That you were in my arms

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

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

With blood running fast down my arms

You haters put up your guards