This is a song about "Black people with no weapons"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

With your weak presence, dude you'll need weapons,

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

With these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

The jiggas and the tips

Words are weapons (weapons)

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Words are weapons (weapons)

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see