This is a song about "You re skinny arms"

Just to stay in your arms, as you hold me tight.

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Put my arms around you n never let go,

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Than i smile at you and break your legs and your arms and leave you alive,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried