This is a song about "Ammo"

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

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

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Although thought that we would grow

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for