This is a song about "Ammo"

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Same bitches used to play me though

Or hearing the noise of ammo

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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