This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

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?

Just to stay in your arms, as you hold me tight.

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

I need guidance in my life sometimes hustle is hard to bear

Is that smoky the bear?

Let me hear that beat, air

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Just to stay in your arms, as you hold me tight.

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

So strong, was her will to make her home in his arms,