This is a song about "Weak arms"

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

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

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

For you to hold me in your strong arms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms