This is a song about "Artillery"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Bitterly blew the game like heavy artillery/

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory

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

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

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

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

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

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this