This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

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

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

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

But that's not my cross to bear.

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Sit back and bear witness of my plans to disfigure

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Bet it's hurtin to bear with the mucus and paper burning in there