This is a song about "Ammunition"

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Ill do what it takes, i got my ammunition, on my own, fuck permission,

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

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

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

But i ain’t mad, i’ll just use my words as my ammunition

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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