This is a song about "Ammo"

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap

Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

My rants will bring cause mental instincts give me ample ammo since

Or hearing the noise of ammo

I miss you at my recent show

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Government is frontin, homeland bought a billion rounds of ammo

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her