This is a song about "Tec 9"

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

I knocked you out like anesthesia

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

People critically commenting,

Spitting venomous acidity

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