This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Sit back and bear witness of my plans to disfigure

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Planned to give a tooth, but not my arms and legs

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Am i the only one who tried to write love on her arms?

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Wanted to grab her arms but i guess that was too far-fetched

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

And niggas flashing crazy

Your in my arms right next to me,

Is that smoky the bear?

Says money in the air