This is a song about "No weapons"

How can we be expected to surrender our weapons

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

That's why i truly mean it when we i say words are weapons,

I've got weapons in words, i've got weapons in hands, riches and rags, coming

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

The jiggas and the tips

No....u cant handle these weapons!

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

With these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons

Take a second to mention- my unrelenting obsession of weapons

My true form is denial and arrogance yet i seem to be wearing acceptance