This is a song about "Educated with weapons"

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Sinkin' these niggas and sickin' 'em with my weapons like i fake a shank,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Words are weapons (weapons)

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

But i got these shitty jobs, and look at me, i’m educated,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

When i use my verses as weapons

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Hated by you, but educated/