This is a song about "Should a police force be regularly armed with guns"

No wonder why when times get hard

Armed with darkness in my heart,

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

No know stop, no gods, armed with a crossbow, the lot.

You should be you messin' with february/

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But still,i'm a force to be reckoned with

Bring the battering ram where you live

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

But i should really be in a jail cell with a straight jacket

You should be with some other dude

I must go like fly route