This is a song about "I m educated with weapons"

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

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,

The science and the art, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

The boa know they loving the crew

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers