This is a song about "World war one weapons"

No one in the world understands

She do it with no hands

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Whether im in rap war or a skirmish, ill be the one who reemerges screaming victory

They bringing me fish and chips

Words are weapons (weapons)

But when we put our weapons down will be a dream of a world,

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Our world is one big renegade, doing anything to get paid,

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

To make a peaceful world we need to end the war on the streets,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans