This is a song about "Ammunition"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

After i stuffed you with ammunition.

Is my ammunition, your so broke you cant pay for tuition.

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Demolition to the opposition, limitless ammunition

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

So you can envision magician ammunition

I fuckin survive bitch i am alive you whore no ammunition i am surprised

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,