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

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

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

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

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

Words are weapons (weapons)

Without the sound of guns

No....u cant handle these weapons!

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree