This is a song about "Nuclear weapons"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And align the mic with my torturous weapons

Ain't my fault this mans eyes look in two different directions

Take a second to mention- my unrelenting obsession of weapons

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Give up, it's done, i already drop the nuclear bomb

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

Practice nuclear fission skills ain't a given

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval