This is a song about "Me in his arms"

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Death in the eyes and took off his mask just to find my face staring back me.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

For you to hold me in your strong arms

Just to stay in your arms, as you hold me tight.

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

It was easier for me to see fear in his eyes

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

1 put his shoulder to me the other hit me in the face

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

So i did, he influenced me, his friends comin over and rhyming in the basement,

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Body in his arms he holds her up says baby don’t go i love you baby

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily