This is a song about "No weapons"

Words are weapons (weapons)

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

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

How can we be expected to surrender our weapons

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

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Words are weapons, life's a bitch, teach that bitch a lesson,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And align the mic with my torturous weapons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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