This is a song about "Right to bear arms"

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

I said hey, you right there

But that's not my cross to bear.

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably 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

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms