This is a song about "Protection"

Keep a weapon for protection

Double mg not to mention

I thank god for the protection they allow but it's dangerous,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I know they pay me too much of attention

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And hide, but he got knocked by the homicideand this happens everyday around my way

We suffer either way nowadays the kids have no protection from the words people say.

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

The nice neighborhoods can pay for that inside protection,

They learned a lesson that death threaten without god protection,

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession