This is a song about "My words are weapons"

Words are weapons, and they provide us something to throw,

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

I was playing with guns

Words are weapons (weapons)

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

My word are weapons, i knocked em out, i set these bitches on fire/

I'm spilling out, my words are weapons, raining toxic liquid,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

My words are broken, in addition.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Dude my fists are weapons, shit is kept in, this aggression,