This is a song about "Ammo"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

And i ain't frontin for her

Government is frontin, homeland bought a billion rounds of ammo

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

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

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Shades: lv was a little dough