This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

Show me that it's alright

It gets to be so right

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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