This is a song about "Ammo"

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Government is frontin, homeland bought a billion rounds of 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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Or hearing the noise of ammo