This is a song about "Armed forces"

The harmless youth are armed to shoot, it's the kids' cries i hear,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

No know stop, no gods, armed with a crossbow, the lot.

Into fickle forces, we dine with hell and headless corpses.

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Face other attackers, everyone armed with daggers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

Gravity is the weakest of all forces, perhaps you didn't pass high school,

Hip hop in general now you wanna dive in a semen swimmin pool

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Great and 420, i spit bullets faster than an armed gunmen