This is a song about "Ammo in the chamber"

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Government is frontin, homeland bought a billion rounds of ammo

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

I need to be locked away in a chamber.

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Or hearing the noise of ammo

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Knocked out in the lunch in

Through thick and thin