This is a song about "Weapons"

When i use my verses as weapons

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Hide with every verse a message, 'cuz you know words are weapons,

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Words are weapons (weapons)

Take a second to mention- my unrelenting obsession of weapons

Keep all the love, now let the defendant answer the questions/