This is a song about "Armed n dangerous"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Who knew a pen could be so dangerous,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.

Face other attackers, everyone armed with daggers

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Like a small garage in your backyard

Armed with darkness in my heart,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Courses through our veins, pain's insane, dangerous,

So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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