This is a song about "Armor"

Our armor can only take so much hard skin is not enough/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

That boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor

That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor

But you got the armor of a beetle, can't dispute us

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I started with an armor that's aligned by a thread

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/