This is a song about "Dancing with a weapon"

A weapon of aggression to leave an impression,

But little to no interest after election

Understand i dont need a weapon

And isaiah say one day your time will come

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Or like a lyrical automatic weapon that's put in a holster

You cant bust a nut let alone a loaded weapon

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Keep a weapon for protection

What up girl, tell me how you been

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I got the rep of a villian of weapon concealing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

As trippy as a trip could get they dancing with they silhouettes