This is a song about "Artillery"

I wont even have one injury, tore the others up with my artillery,

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

Bitterly blew the game like heavy artillery/

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Artillery weak with guns

The means of artillery spotting and photography of the opposing trenches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory

Cause my artillery shit will, have em stumped like a riddle

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

This artist be accumulating artillery to with a.r's seriously ripping through ya arteries/

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve