This is a song about "No weapons"

And my songs when they reach they official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

I never fit in with them light skins

When i use my verses as weapons

And the v12, that's on various trips

No....u cant handle these weapons!

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

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

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

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Take a second to mention- my unrelenting obsession of weapons

I got terrorists writing citing me as a reference