This is a song about "Weapons"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

How can we be expected to surrender our weapons

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

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

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

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

Take a second to mention- my unrelenting obsession of weapons

They just need convincing like malcolm little

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

I've got weapons in words, i've got weapons in hands, riches and rags, coming

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel