This is a song about "Ripped arms"

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

You got ripped son, from front to back and side to side,

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Hearts been ripped open, wait i'm heartless no need to patch it

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

When i ripped the lyrics

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Fuck that now trying get the money

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Finish line with the tire marks