This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

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

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?

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

I just want to feel you close to me. arms around each other.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit