This is a song about "Weapons"

Chemical weapons in syria, i fuckin' hate them too,

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Words are weapons (weapons)

I was playing with guns

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

I just settle 'n' threaten with the length of my weapons

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

With these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons

Words are weapons, life's a bitch, teach that bitch a lesson,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

When i use my verses as weapons