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

But black kids come home to no father,

To move along, it's even harder

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

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

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

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

Most people hear me rap thinking i'm black nothing wrong with that

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat