This is a song about "In my arms tonight"

Please correct me, stretch marks

With blood running fast down my arms

Scars up and down my arms

You haters put up your guards

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

No one notice your struggle

Your in my arms right next to me,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Finish line with the tire marks