This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

For you to hold me in your strong arms

Finish line with the tire marks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

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

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

On that red-eyed kush flight

It gets to be so right

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

And if they did, they didn't care

Is that smoky the bear?