This is a song about "Life s arms"

Tire marks, tire marks

That you were in my arms

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

It's obvious i'm crazy

You based your life off of 50's shit

After that moscato hit

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms

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

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks