This is a song about "My words are weapons"

Words are weapons, the only right way of the worlds directions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

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

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My words are my rhythm

And i am one of one

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Hide with every verse a message, 'cuz you know words are weapons,

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions