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

But black kids come home to no father,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Dressed in a black gown with doubters still doubting my moment, "no way! how?!"

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Releasing albums will probably be in the rented but the doesn't stop me from independence

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

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,