This is a song about "When i held her in my arms i automatically floated above"

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

When i pull out my cock, and slap her in the face.

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Tire marks, tire marks

That you were in my arms

I held pride through my work, bagging draws with a smirk

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

I stuck my dick in her ass then spat in her face

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,