This is a song about "Ammo"

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Maybe we just need to slow

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

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

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw