This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

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

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

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

It gets to be so right

But we having sex tonight

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Thinking how to reply sinking further down i cant bear to see your plight

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Is that smoky the bear?

Right, now you say you don't care

Wanted to grab her arms but i guess that was too far-fetched

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt