This is a song about "Armed rider"

Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

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

I remember when he got called a dick rider in the discuss section

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Armed with starcraft raps, but you can't see me like i'm harborin' arbiters

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others