This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Like they not gon' stare

Is that smoky the bear?

Thinking how to reply sinking further down i cant bear to see your plight

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

And dangle him by his tail while i feed him to a grizzly bear.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work