This is a song about "Tattooed arms"

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Wale dc said we on joe

Please correct me, stretch marks

Minus your head legs arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

Of finding myself as an individual

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.