This is a song about "Sammy wilkinson"

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I work.. and the weapon is off safe

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Make fun of my raps and i will kill you with a weapon

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

So you better be sharp in the mind if that's your only weapon

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A weapon of aggression to leave an impression,

I'm a menace, brain dead since age seven, a lethal weapon.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

You cant bust a nut let alone a loaded weapon

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Write this speculation, look ya feet became a weapon