This is a song about "Weapon x"

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

My biography follows the footsteps of malcolm x

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon

Higher power where these verses from

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

These rhymes are dangerous, ima flee wit the murder weapon.

A weapon of aggression to leave an impression,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And every single weapon you have

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I have my weapon and nothing to lose

Now concentrate until you get the juice