This is a song about "No weapons"

Back with a vengeance

No....u cant handle these weapons!

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Words are weapons (weapons)

Words are weapons (weapons)

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

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

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical