This is a song about "Canadian shield"

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

With bars and lines hard as a steel shield

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

- protect myself like i'm a spartan when his shield is up

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Ur a spartan at battle n your dumbass aint got a shield

Bias reality my perception is my shield

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

But now she's my shield that gives independence

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives