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

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

With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!

I never fit in with them light skins

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

She likes the way it hits her lips

Words are weapons (weapons)

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons