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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

And align the mic with my torturous weapons

Back with a vengeance

No....u cant handle these weapons!

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I just settle 'n' threaten with the length of my weapons

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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