This is a song about "Deadly weapons"

How can we be expected to surrender our weapons

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Your like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

And align the mic with my torturous weapons

Give a shit till we get deadly

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

You shouldn'ta went to bed see, i'm deadly

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

When i use my verses as weapons

I need a little room

Whistling a deadly tune

Is a deadly combination

They can't break my concentration