This is a song about "The canadian shield"

No longer with us; he's deceased

With bars and lines hard as a steel shield

But now she's my shield that gives independence

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My shield a paper spittin words like vapor

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Ur a spartan at battle n your dumbass aint got a shield

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

- protect myself like i'm a spartan when his shield is up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

The half black jewish canadian, eh?

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake