This is a song about "No weapons"

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Take a second to mention- my unrelenting obsession of weapons

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

I just settle 'n' threaten with the length of my weapons

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

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

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

Beats heavier than kilos, deadlier than weapons lethal

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Words are weapons (weapons)

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real