This is a song about "Welcoming arms"

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

All on the furniture with no regards

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Summertime in the city

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

And my naivete, slaving away, to a system that's oh so welcoming

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I'mma deranged animal cannabal eating human arms

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

And i hope you a believer

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer